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BRANTLEY A Mmister. 

J CON WELL, -) 

TIM RILEY, y Minors. 

DICK LAWSON, j 

PAT SYMES Gardener and Miner. 

OBERHEIM A Bishop. 

KOOGLAND A Siredish Gentleman. 

FITZ HUGH An English Lord. 

ANTONICELLI A (\itholic Priest. 

DON SEBASTIAN O, ) . ^ . , r, 

DON GOMEZ, I Spanish Don.^. 

KOOGLANDS FATHER 

MISS CHADWELL A young ladij of wealth. 

MRS. PERCY .- Aunt of Miss Chadwelt. 



MISS TRAVEKS ■- Young lady friends of Mrs. Perc)/ and Miss 

MISS FLORENCE, j Chaduell. 



MAUD A Gipsy Queen. 

OLD JOE, and GRANNY, and YOUNG JOE, 
Stetvarts, Pages, and others. 



GOLDEN, COL.: 

PRINTED BY GEORGE WEST, TKANSCRIPT 
1876. 



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Entered according to the Act of Congress, in the year 187r., b.\ 

WILLIAM JOHN LYND, 

In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Wasliington. 



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ACT I. 

Scene I. Louisiana. jRarlor in Mrs. Percy^s mansion. 
KooGLAND and Miss (JhadwblIj playing at chess. 

Koog. Oft times, so history declares to us, 
Our fates depeud upon a game like this. 
Though science did the victory achieve, 
An unforseen disaster yet may snatch 
The prize, and sink my triumph in defeat. 

Miss C. It would be well to win your laurels first ; 
The sunrise see, before you weep the sunset. 

Koog. That unexpected move! another such, 
And all my practiced skill avails me not. 
And yet it would uncourteous be to take 
Success within my grasp : defeat to suffer, 
Though able to prevent it, this should be my part. 

3fiss C. Be on your guard ; defeat approaches swiftly. 
Forget your gallantry, and try your utmost. 
Unier Brantley. 

Bran. To-night the stars throw out their keenest 
lustre. 
Like diamonds of different water set 
In lucid azure glass, at distances, 
That give unto the whole an untold glory, 
And lend to every on© a higher beauty. 

3fiss C. The stars, I've often heard, do rule our fates, 
As Jupiter, or other favoring orbs 
Are in ascendant. Which now sways the hour? 
This game is lost, or won, as it ordains. 

Bran. There's one o'ertops the rest, the planet Venus. 
But pallid Saturn looks malevolent. 
To prove his aspect, let me end this battle. 



4 BRANTLEY. 

3Iiss Chadwell surrenders her placG and looks o?t. 

Miss C. Take care y©ii lose not the advantage gained. 

Koog. A fitting warning to the side you favor. 
The stars now fight against your Sisera ; 
The victory is mine. 

Miss C. Old Saturn bears 

'Gainst you a grudge ; you scarcely guessed the power 
Of his malevoienee. In starry groupings 
The beauteous Venus does n©t always rule. 

Bran. I hoped his heart, surcharged with passions 
dark, 
Would yield somewhat to her enchanting smiles. 

Miss C. Converging aspects you perhaps confounded, 
And so another's lot believed your own. 

Bran. Perchance I did. If so I must resign 
Myself to Heaven's mj-sterious decrees. 
Each destiny is writ by the same hand. 
That poised the silent brilliants in yon sky, 
Their mystic language formed, and story shaped, 
The gemmed scroll, that in its mazy change, 
Foretells unerringly the solemn future. 
I go to read my fate, and bid adieu. [Kvif. 

Koog. The influei'.ce benign ihat rules the hour 
{Kneels.) Constrains a full confession of my love 
And heart's devotion, and that here's the shrine 
Of my idolatry. To thee, Miss Chadwell, 
I turn always ; for thee I live; and none 
Else shall e'er swerve from thee my loyal heart— 

Miss C. {Rising.) Desist, sir, T entreat you. This 
surprises me. 
Bestow elsewhere your loyalty, and worship; 
On me they will be lost. Good night ! 

Koog. {Rising.) Stay! stay! 

If love thou canst not give, then give me friendship. 
I ask, implore you be my friend. 

3fiss C. So b© i t. 

But not again beyond that barrier pass. [Sxit. 

Koog. She's gone! and must ray love e'en thus 
subside ? 
Cold friendship! oh can such repose o'ertake 
The mad'uing heavings of this bursting heart ! 
No! never! no! as wildly surged the waters 
Above the highest peaks, and all around 



BRANTLEY. 5 

Were clouds and darkness, r.hus is my soul. 

No rainbow can ever span its heaven. l^Jxit. 

(w.) 

Scene 2. — Part of a oonservatory at Mrs. Perey^s. 
Enter Tim Riley arranging a bouquet, and then Pat 
Symes carrying a tray with fl.oiver cuttings. 
Synies. Here I am with the tray and flowers. Such 
jewels of flowers ! the belles of the conservatory , as rare 
as ostriches in old Tipperary. Do ye mind. They 
would put ablush on the diamonds in the queen's crown, 
and make a duchess forget her beauty. Do ye mind. 
It is a sin to destroy the life of these poor swate inno- 
cents for that puffed up roll of churoh pastry. Do ye 
mind. 

Riley. It is a sin, Pat, but how can we help it. The 
pursy, oyster-fed, wine-aromatized, sleek-tongued bish- 
op, will dive his nose like a humming bird into every 
flower, and run his gray eye ©ver every leaf and bud of 
this boucjuet. 

Symes. You may well say that. Do ye mind. He'll 
search the floral dictionary to see the -emlilims, so he 
will. This she put there to mane esteem, that she ar- 
ranged close by to denote warm afTection, and that to 
tell of hope, and that to expect the wedding day. 
Riley. The old bishop has a keen eye to worldly pelf. 
Symes. That's true, Tim. The sheep that carries the 
nidst wool holds the eye of the big shepherd, and feels 
the gentle love-taps of his crozier. Do ye mind. Or as 
the old proverb has it, the cock clucks most t© the 
fattest hen. 

Riley. What a royal palace will he have, and in what 
a sumptuous carriage will he roll his bulky frame, 
should he marry our lady. 

Symes. St. Peter and St. Paul, pax vobiscum! St. 
Peter who holds the kays of heaven never strained steel 
springs, nor rolled on carriage cushions. Do ye mind. 
St. Peter, who thought like a sage, but felt like a man, 
with all his illigance, never had sueh a bouquet as that to 
timpt him. He was too busy, as Tim Flannigan used 
to say, when he hunted the fleas on his old toothless 
dog, to attind to such vanities. Do ye mind. 

Riley. Madame Percy is too sensible to fall into the 
cunning trap of that fleshly round of godly pretence. 



f> BRANTLEY. 

Symes. 1 crossed the Atlantic ocean. Do ye mind. 
All sliips do not sail into port. The eagle does not al- 
ways caich his fish. 

Biley. That's so^ Pat. Leeches curl into balls, and 
dart around, aixi then elongate into miniature sea s^er- 
pents, and glide about with all the curves of beauty, 
but fail to fasten on to their victims. 

Symes. 1 am not a propliet, Tim, but do ye mind, 
I see breakers ahead. The devil's snuff-box will sink 
in sight of dry l.ind. 

Riley. I think you a true prophet. Pat. Now, when 
you carry this handing him the, boquet) breathe a little 
malice on it as y<*u go, and pray that his courtship may 
prove a sunken sliip, that his strapping leg may be- 
come a cork leg, and his twanging nose a dividing ridge 
to serve as a water shed for his swelling tears, when dis- 
appointment leers at his fallen hopes. 

Symes. Do ye mind. T will put sueh a spell round 
this bunch of roses, that he will have to doctor his di- 
vinity, and turn apothecary to his soul. 

Riley. Ha! ha! ha! Meet me in the garden at the 
lower end, and let me know how he smiled, and how 
he said, bless me, as he held it up, what a gem ! what a 
condensation of beauty ! My thanks to your mistress. 

Symes. Do ye mind. Sure as big whales eat little 
fish, I will note every twinkle of his eye, every curl of 
his lip, and every tone of his voice, and will bring back 
an overflowing fund for a week's laughter. Do ye mind. 
(w.) [JSxeuent—both laughing. 

iSCENE ^.—Louisiana. A garden at Bishop Oberheini's. 
Enter Mrs. Pekcy and Bishop Oberheim. 

Mrs. Percy. The Swede, so rumor states, soon sails 
for Europe. 
With him rebuffs in love are hard to bear ; 
His passion's fierce, and burns his life away. 
'Tis pity one so rich, and comely too, 
With noble talents, and high family. 
Should feel the pangs of unrequited love. 
My niece is wilful, needs a stronger will 
To govern, and control her moods, and fancies. 

Bp. Ob. True wisdom counsels caution, and suggests, 
That other cause than wilfulness exists. 



BRANTLEY. 7 

My serving man last week espied the cause. 

He saw pass out the garden gate young Brantley 

With face upturned, and gazing at the stars. 

"Now all is well," he said, "T see defeat 

Will follow my competitor this night." 

Behind n tree the faithful spy now hid, 

And watched till Brantley was full out of sight ; 

Then suddenly there da.-^hes forth a steed 

All shining hlack, the rider urging him ; 

All crazed he flew, like as a very demon. 

This was the Swede. Let us remove the cause ; 

Send Brantley far away ; and soon your niece 

Will good advice and counsel heed. 

Mrs. P. Your wise sagacity I much commejid. 

Bp, Ob. To-morrow Brantley's aspirations fall. 
He'll find the tender roots of daring love, 
By sharp authority both cut and severed. 
His soul a wrecU will learn humility. 

Mrs. P. My thanks, good Bishop, for this welcome 
help. 
My niece's titne I'll occupy with visits, balls. 
Soirees, receptions Wary spies will watch her. 
We'll travel, and no contrivance be witiield 
To wither, and consume this ill-timed fancy. 
Adieu. [Exit. 

Bp. Ob Farwell, may heaven bless your work. 
Here Brantley comes. To-day, and not to-morrow, 
I will the blow, that crushes him, let fall 
His face is radiant with smiles. 

Enter Brantley. 

Bran. I hope 

Your grace is well. This glorious day excites 
My blood. Olympian airs could not enthuse 
One's spirits more. My soul is jubilant ; 
The birds' songs, the fountain's gleams, and hum of 

bees, 
In sweet accord do thrill my heart. 

Bp. Ob. 'Tis said 

The days on Afric's coast are always such. 
Perhaps you would prefer their steady warmth 
T© changeful climes like this. An urgent call 
For laborers in that pleasant field seeks you. 
It G©mes most seasonably too. This ehurch 



8 BRANTLEY. 

Requires more age, experience, and rare p©wer. 
For zeal, devotion to the poor, pure life, 
Higii stands your record. Tliis call weigh well. 
Your wishes bring to-night. So now good day. [jExU. 

Bran. Another turn in destiny. This morn 
The sea of life was joyous, and its waves 
Beneath the sunbeams danced innuraerous. 
But my horizon now's a line of darkness; 
Clouds rise, and tempests swell the angry billows. 
The stars told me not this. To trust in them 
How vain ! But oh,— must I go hence and leave thee 
Miss Chadwell? No! oh, no! I feel thou lovest me. 
This anchors my frail bark. I'll meet the storm. 
Upon my knees, nay prostrate, I will call 
To him who rules the furious elements. 
Oh, Jesus ! Master! help, teach me to pray. 

{Ring Slow Drop.) 



ACT II. 

Scene 1.— J/mers' Cabin in Rocky Mountains. 

Jonas Conwell, Dick Lavvson, Tim Riley, Miner 

Conwell. The early snows compel a quick descent 
T(» parks, plains, and more temperate altitudes. 
But while the summer lasts, no region smiles 
Like this in all tbe world. The rivers hence 
That How, ©n either side, to ocean slopes. 
The tributes, which turn wheels of industry, 
Aad gladden ruddy toil with smiling harvests. 
To populations large, and far convey. 
And rival fertile Nile, and sacred (granges. 
Right on the brink of melting snows do glow 
In sweetest freshness, flowers of every hue ; 
While in the dashing waterfalls whose drops. 
Like coruscating gems, flash out their beauty, 
Glides round the wary fish. Here, too, the eye 
Surveys the multitudinous crested peaks 
Like hillocks lessening in the distance ; while 
At night each star throws out its vivid colors. 
And sailing meteors, as they pass, shed radiance 



BRANTLEY. 9 

Upon the still and snow-clad slumberirag summits- 
Here I can pray without a rosary. 

Tim R. And so can I, my friend, but born and bred 
A Catholic, 'tis hard to break the spell 
Of habit. Organ tones will fill the ear; 
I see the vested priest, and acolytes 
Waving the incense, while the kneeling crowd 
Bow to the adored host. At times I see 
With all its pomp, the great St. Peter's Church, 
Where sits the Pope who sways our faith, and hopes. 

Gon. That architectural fane, and wonder, nought 
Is to the temple we might build. The gems 
And metals lying in these rocky beds, 
Could rear a sacred pile of Iieavenly splendor; 
Its walls all silver, pillars, roof all gold ; 
Topazes, agates, garnets, emeralds, rubies, 
Round altar, shrines, and all the dome, 
Enough to dazzle, and amaze an angel. 

Lawson. The precious stones recall to mind, a good 
And pi»us minister, who taught the Word 
Divine, its inner sense with skill unfolding. 
Sermons from stones, and trees, and clouds he gave. 
You doubtless know him, Conwell, for he held 
The key to heavenly truth. And as with ease , 
You can uoloGk its secrets too, it seems 
That you must know him. 

Con. Yes, indeed, I do. 

Through him I learned the Word's interior sense. 
{A noise from a snoiv slide.) But hark ! 

Tim. R. It is an avalanche. My ears 

Do not deceive me. 

Law. Come! now all is still, 

Let us go out and see. {Exeunt and return. 

Tim. That mass of snow 

Had it a little larger been, had given 
To all of us an inner sense. Friend Conwell, 
Expound this miracle, this escape from death. 

Con. The falling of the snow, its loosening, 
And its descent, huge boulders sweeping 
And giant trees confused, down its broad path, 
Are nature's laws; but we so ruled by Him 
Without whose will a sparrow falleth not, 



10 BRANTLEY. 

That now we live, and can his praise proclaim. 
Tliis cabin stands untouched, and still our home, 
And notour grave, because Divine foresight 
And loving l^indness moved us here to build 
Beyond destruction's verge. 

Tim- You reason well. 

This Providence agrees with nature's laws. 
Our safety hangs on spirit influence. 

Con. Friend Tim, you're quick to comprehend. 
Another truth receive. Tlie Lord incarnate 
Walking this earth, shone like the rising sun. 
Yea brighter than the noon-day sun he shone, 
But through the interior atmosphere ; and so 
The natural eye could not behf)ld the glory. 
The lake Gennesaret was smooth, and all 
The air was still ; the Master in deep sleep 
Reposing on a pillow, when tlie wind 
Suddenly caught the sails, and heaped the waves 
In higher and higher swelling, might and foam. 
Until the ship that bore him nearly sank. 
Then fearful hands aroused him. He rose 
And threw a glance upon the demon rhronc 
That raised the storm. That glance they saw, and heard 
Distinctly, "Peace be still," and fled in pain. 
The air ^?id sea resumed their wonted calm. 

( Tivo tuurists appear at window. ) 

Tim. That's true. 

1st Tourist. We have found a snug harbor. 

Tim. They are the powers that occupy — 

2d Tourist. Just in time for warm clieer. 

Tim The subtler parts of nature. So again 
'Twas spirit on spirit moving lulled the storm. 

Con, 'Twas even so, Tim. 

Enter two Tourists with guns. 
1st. Tour. We are bold to enter ; 

For doors here have no barring locks, or bolts. 
And all are welcome. 

Tim. True, put down your guns. 

Your looks are jaded. Seat yourselves and rest. [Tim 
gives stools.'] We'll sup ere long. 
[LAWsoN^/e^s supper ready ; Conwell and Tim listen 
to tourists. 



BRANTLEY. 11 

2d Tour. We both are hungry men. 

Our appetites are sharpened by a fast 
Of two whole days. A driving snow compelled 
Us shivering, to seek a hiding place 
Upon ihe mountains yonder. With much effort 
A tree was fired. The blazing pine soon carved 
An opening round its trunij ; in this we dropped 
And so escaped the blast. The crackling flames 
Despite the falling flakes shot up from branch 
To branch. The veil of snow, the leaping fires 
We watched, till flickering in taper light, 
Our luountan lamp went out, and darkness reigned. 
In our snow cell thus cooped, we passed the time, 
Until we had an icy floor o'er which 
Quite weak we slowly reached this sheltering roof. 
\st. Tow. As we approached we saw the thumdering 
felide 
That near o'erwhelmed your home. Our cheeks were 

blanched. 
Our hearts 5*tood still. Had you been buried here, 
We t©G, had perished. The curlews's whistling flight, 
In this high atmosphere, would not again 
Distur.b our listless ears. Seme playful bear 
Perchance had pulled this trigger, turned about 
And fled precipitate, alarmed at flash 
And sound. Perchance the queenly lioness 
In joyous gambols with her cubs had roiled 
All heedless of our whitened bones. Or deer 
With antlers proud had bounded in full spring 
Right o'er the remnants of our once strong frames 
In breathless haste, and distancing pursuit. 
The hand that saved you, saved us. Let us sing 

A hymn of praise. 

[ The two towHsta sing. 

CHORUS. 

Come, come comfort me 
In the time of need. 

1. Our angel guards defend us, 

In every moment, every hour; 
Through mountain storms they tend us, 
'Mid ocean's rage, we feel their power. 
Come, come &c. 



12 BRANTLEY. 

2. O, Lord, ©ur life thou boldest, 

While naught escapes thy watchful care ; 
The powers of hell, when boldest, 
Can toueh us not, nor harm a hair. 

Come, come &c. 

Con. The A Ibigenses, pious rnountaineers, 
Could not pour out their thanks more fervently. 
Friends, let me clasp your hands, embrace you, too. 
The Lord is in your hearts, your eyes are opened. 
You are not strangers to the word of truth. 

Tim. Why do such trustful mea such weapons bear? 

1st. Tour. We carry arms not for defence, but food. 
'Tis strange how we came here. Two months ago, 
My friend and I were walking arm in arm 
O'er gravelled walks, beneath the shade of tall 
And aged elms, and maples, viewing all 
The laudseape. Towering there the mountains high, 
Changeful through moving lights, and shadows seemed ; 
While winding round the smooth shorn lawn, a stream 
Through openings broad, flashed back the sun. 
And clustering trees, at proper intervals 
Along the banks, the watery view concealed. 
We talked of Alpine snows, and frozen heights 
Where all is mute and solitary calm. 
That day a letter came inviting us 
To visit this our Switzerland. At once 
With youtliful ardor we set out. We had 
One other with us, Charles Brantley. 

Con. Where is he ? 

Oh ! oh, that 1 might meet him once again ! 

\st. Tour. You know him too? On you white man- 
tled peak 
That Sphinx-like looks down on far stretching plains, 
And eyes the snow-fed Platte in its strange turns. 
Keeps silent watch on busy towns, ©n toils 
Of husbandry, and feeding flocks, and herds, 
We left him. 

Con. On Long's peak? Is he so near? 

Knocking at door enter Brantley. 

Con. Friend Brantley! this surprise o'ercomes me 
quite. 



BRANTLEY. 13 

Bran. I'm glad to see you Con well. Who are these? 
Why, Harris, Bush and— 

Tim. Tim and Dick. 

We all rejoice to meet you here. How did 
You find us thus? What hither turned your feet ? 

Bran. Constrained by secret power, my friends I left 
To go in quest of these. A furious storm 
Overtook my steps in y©nder guleh. A sort 
Of cave, or tunnel gave me timely shelter. 
In holy thought the hours flew swiftly by, 
I thought of Chimborazo's swelling dome 
Of dazzling white far up the cloudless blue 
Of heaven upreared. Volcanoes breathing fire ; 
For ages then, in death-like torpor lying. 
How down the sunlit craters bloomed the rose. 
And fragrant shrubs, in leafy foliage, 
The desolation hid ; while far above 
In the blue vault, the condor soared and sailed 
With outspread wings, ' Thus life, I thought, death fol- 
lows. 
And scatters over his dark path all sweet 
Benignities. I then recalled the scenes 
Which toilsome steps revealed on yonder peak — 
The Key, that curious rock, cut in such shape 
As just to fit the wards of some huge lock 
Of Nature ; and the cold wierd stillness there. 
As the round moon rose up above the clouds 
That wide encanopied the plains, and hung 
Adown the mountain's side ; those moving vapors 
That far below like waves of ocean seemed, 
While to the ear the sound of dashing torrents 
All hid from view, and fed by melting snows. 
Came as old ocean's steady beat of waves 
Upon the shore. Thus thought succeeded thought. 
Till on the eastern verge of vision leaped 
The reddening tints of dawn. The ruddy light 
To kiss the peak's white chilly brow then flew, 
Imprinting pure sweet rosy blushes there. 
The world seemed then as if new born ; and each 
Clear crystalled flake threw back the salutation. 
All like a million prisms. I felt the thrill 
Of this empurpling glory. Adoration 



14 BRANTLEY. 

Seized me. 1 knelt and humbly blessed our God. 
Snug housed in my retreat, I passed the nif^ht; [Law- 
son and Tim place table and chairs. 
Next morn essayed the snow compact and frozen ; 
It t'»ore my weight, and weary here I aai. 
Con. You're hungry too, dear friend. 
Dick Lawson. The supper's ready. 

[All sit down at table but Lawson who waits, Brantley 
in attitude of prayer. 
(w.) 

Scene 2. — Spain. — Street in Oranada. 

Enter grooms of rival Dons of Oranada. 

\st. Oroom. Since that American lady of beauty, and 
wealth came to t-^wn I h*ive no re^t. Up early and late, 
and kept on the full stretch. I have absolutely no timn 
to play the lute under my true love's window — no time. 

2d Gi^oom. The bear that always sleeps gives weak 
hugs. The idle mill-wheel soon falls to pieces. Vessels 
that lie still in harbor have most barnacles. The bark 
becomes loose on saple-^s trees, 

\st. Groom. Hush I no more proverbs. You have 
no pity for my helpless lot. You can troll your song to 
her you love these moonlight nights. 

2d Oroom Too much knowledge briugs sorrow. 
Too little begets envy. This very night as soon as the 
stars blink through the trees on the hooting owl, and 
waken the sweet melodies of the nightingale, and then 
stand aloof in ambuscade, while a few, here and there, 
appear as silent watchers behind the queenly moon, 
sparks will fly from steeled hoofs dashing with my Sen- 
or to the Alhambra. 

\st. Oroom. Is he too, smitten with the fair charmer? 

2d Oroom. Maelstroms draw down ships. Water- 
spouts draw up water. The mo®u draws the ocean. 
All things are under attraction. My Seiior will play 
the lute and sing under that lady's window to-night. 

1st. Oroom. To-night? Will he sing one ©f your 
songs ? 

2d Oroom. Yes, and set t@ one of your airs. 

\st. Oroom. That gives me a bright idea. You can 
compose poetry better than I, and I can compose musie 
better than you. Let us form a joint company. 



BRANTLEY. 15 

2d Groom. Agreed. You will sing my verses, atid I 
will play your music. Its a bargain. {They join hands ) 

From right enter Felicia, 1st. groom^ s sweethearts com- 
ing from market iviih basket full of vegetables, &c. 

Felicia. So you have made a bargain, haven't you? 
The way you put your hands together, and your looks 
tell me so. 

1st. Groom,. Yes; a curious bargain, too. 

Felicia. What is it? 

1st. Groom. We hava each agreed to personate the 
other when we play our lute, and sing to our beloved. 

Felicia. You won't be able to deceive me. 

Enter Catharina fro7n left, 2d groom's sweetheart, go- 
ing to Tuarkei . 

Felicia. What do you think ? these have both agreed 
to deceive us, to put on false faces, and disguise their 
voices, and pass each off for the other. 

Cath. Ha! na ! ha! I will put cotton iti my ears, 
and shut my eyes. 

Felicia. And I will get my father's fishing rod, hook 
and line, and catch the false face and pull it off. 

[All laugh. 

Cath. And I will let our big dog Cgesar out, and that 
will change his tune. "Oh, call him! Call him! It 
is I." [All laugh. 

2d Groom. Boiling water relieves no hunger. Young 
hawks famish without meat. No vegetables, no olla 
podrida. 

1st Grootn. If your basket held a thousand things, 
he'd give a proverb for every one. He strings proverbs as 
children do peach-stone kernels, or monks, avemarias. 

[Convent bell rings. 

Felicia (startled). That hurries me. Adios. [Exit. 

2d Groom so the earth by waltzing hurries the sun. 
Adios. 

1st Groom. Adios. 

Cath. And me, too. Adios. [Exit. 

Both grooms. Adios. 

1st Groom. We meet to-night. 

2d Groom,. To-night at moonrise. 

1st Groom. Adios. 

2d Groom. Adios. [Exeunt. 

(w) 



16 BRANTLEY. 

Scene '6.— Spain— Garden of the Alhambrabymoon-light. 
Enter Mrs. Percy and Miss Ghadwell. 

Mrs. Percy. The skips of Spain do not improve your 
health. 
You do not smile and laugh enough. You seem 
A wonder to the Dons of gay Madrid. 
Your sparkling wit, your brilliancy have fled. 
Why fix your th®ughts on that p©or friendless youth, 
That fou-fou, Brantley? Come, be like yourself. 
On your r«turn display your mental wealth ; 
Put on your most bewitching charms. In dress, 
In grace, in wit, excel. Then princely hearts 
Will kneal in raeek devotion at your feet. 

Miss Chadivell. My own dear aunt, I'll try to do 
your bidding. 
Yon moon spreads over all her gauzy veil ; 
Each leaf, and flower drinks In the dewy air; 
The beamy stars disclose but half their lustre. 
In floral taste, in harmonizing tints 
And perfumes, shaping tesselated walks. 
And interlacing vines, and trees 
Of variant shades, and bearing fruits sweet-scented, 
Like tempting Eden, clusters hung just where 
The spray df fountains falls in gentle drops, 
And blends into the hush ©f silent night. 
The Moors had inspiration from the skies. 

Mrs. Percy. See, yonder oom<^ the fond and trusting 
twain. 
Whose close-bound hearts to each their thoughts reveal. 

Enter Miss Russell, and Miss Travers. 

Miss Chadivell. 'Tis sweet to see again this loveliness 
When day withdraws his heat, and glaring light. 
Look here. Miss Russell. ( Turns and points to a crown 
of growing flowers). 

Mrs. Percy. Will Miss Travers go 

Once more with me to see the Hall of Lions ? 

Miss Russell. Do not stay long. Oh, what a beaute- 
ous fancy ! 
A floral crown ! The roses intertwined 
Most graeefully, unsevered from their stems. 
The buds, and blooms, with cunning skill commingled. 



BRANTLEY. 17 

I would transfer it to thy brow, Miss Chadwell, 

To antedate the' angelic coronation 

That surely waits for thee in yonder skies. 

Miss C. Your loving spirit breathes such sweet perfume 
You make me quite forget those blended odors 
That here delight the sense. But now a truce 
To flattery. Y«u know that gentleman, 
That millionaire, whose wealth is drawn from out 
The hills, the treasure vaults of Colorado ? 

Miss Russell. That gentle, quiet, unassuming soul, 
Who pours out riches of bright thoughts received 
From one of heaven's illumined messengers ? 
I know him well. The unseen world he ope'd 
To my enraptured eyes, and by his aid 
I saw of truth divine, the hidden glories, 
The heavenly light. 

Miss C. Who is that favored seer ? 

Miss Russell. His name is Brantley. Why so deeply 
blush? 
That tell-tale crimson, oh ! what does it mean ? 

Miss C. A favor grant. Acquaint me with your 
friend. 

Miss Russell. That will I do most gladly. Hark, 
Miss Chadwell ! [ Voice is heard singing. 

Miss C. And now thy rosy mantled cheek discovers 
Some hidden tale. This way the music comes ; 
The tones how s«ft and tender. 

Enter Conwell singing 

* 'Remember thee, and all thy pains, 

And all thy love to me ; 
Yes, while a breath, a pulse remains, 
Will I remember thee." 
Con. Your pardon, ladies, I was forced to sing. 
The spirit of the place controlled me so. 
I sought, and gladly found you here. Miss Russell. 
[Miss R. presents Miss C.) 
Miss C. We all are charmed. The n ight is so inspiring 
The birds are loathe their tiny heads to nestle 
Beneath their wings. That hymn deep thrilled my 

heart, 
Recalling memories dear of church and home. 
Con. Your former pastor breathes Italian air; 



18 BRANTLEY. 

Charles Brantley's now the seer. His feet are turned 
This way ere this. He'll soon be in Madrid. 

Miss Russell. {To Conwell.) You've told too much. 
[To Miss C.) You look confused, Miss Chad well. 
Just let me tell — but hush! here conies your aunt. 

Enter Mrs. Percy and Miss Travers. 
Mrs. P. My niece, 'tis growing late. Let us return. 
Good night. [3//'s. P. and Miss C. exeunt. 

Miss Travel's. Would you believe it, that sagacious 
aunt 
Drew me away to talk about you both. 
She questioned first as to your wealth and friends; 
And then as if to penetrate my soul 
She gazed, and said— "spoke he to you of Brantley?" 
I hardly murmured "yes" when here she hurried. 

Miss Russell. Poor girl ! to love, aud be beloved; to see 
Hope's headland come in sight, then clouds, and mists 
Hide all from view. Perhaps she'll leave Granada 
Before another dawn. Her aunt's resolved 
That Brantley's hand to hers shall ne'er be joined. 
Miss Travers. 'Tis strange. How came you on the 
scene just then? 
Of you she'll ask her niece, and she, so frank, 
So truthful, too, will not prevaricate. 

Con. Came they without attendants ? I will go — 
Miss Travers. And leave us here; that will be gal- 
lantry. 
Outside the garden walls their carriage stands. 
Tw© rival dons there, ow high mettled steeds 
That paw the earth impatiently, watch for them 
To see them in Granada safely housed. 

Con. May angels pure attend, and comfort her. 
These quick events almost distracted me, 
And drew my thoughts away from what surrounds us. 
The Moors, in their effulgent cloudless heaven, 
Enjoy the finer types, and essences 
Of all the floral kingdom. These reveal 
Not e'en a shadow of the vivid colors 
Of flowers supernal, nor give forth a breath 
Of soul entrancing sweetness such as theirs. 
Nor so dissolve in living melody. 
There in angelic mansions, floral wreaths 



BRANTLEY. 19 

In rich profusion, pillars, chambers, halls, 

Encircle, brought and hung by unseen hands; 

The wreaths, with tints, and fragrance new enlivened, 

Th' angelic thoughts, and loves, and joys depicting, 

As they ascend from height to height of bliss. 

Miss Travers. The Scriptures call our God as now 
revealed, 
The Lily and the Rose. 

Con As symbols these 

Are beautiful, but faintest adumbrations. 
But when their source, and essences are known, 
'Jlien clearly God through them will be revealed. 
As things celestial root themselves in men 
New floral types frorh heaven will then appear. 
And fill the world with paradisal sweetness. 

Miss Travers. The fauna, too, it seems, must feel the 
new 
(Creative ordering. 

Con. Yes. Inverted types 

Will wholly vanish. Lions round our fountains 
Will take their quiet rest, and peace will reign — 
But who approaches ? 'Tis Don Gomez. 

Enter Don Gomez. 

Don G. A glorious night for a knight-errant's proof 
In search of one he worships. Is it not, Miss Travers? 

Miss Travers. If Don Quixote like, he bends the 
knee of homage 
To objects of imaginary claims. 
And vows with ceremonious chivalry, 
He is a knight of questionable glory. 

Don G. Alas ! alas ! my ready wit has fled. 

Miss Travers. Then call for Sancho quick, he'll bring 
it back. 

Don G. In truth, Miss Travers — 

Miss Russell. Rescue ! pause a moment. 

Con. Things unforseen do sometimes rear and balk 
Engagements, though they be most solemn. 
I will presume to mediate, and say, 
Miss Travers in her lieart excuses you. 
Just now we talked of all this floral wealth ; 
And I was on the point of celebrating 
Our visit here with improvised song — 



20 BRANTLEY. 

Don Oom. Oh yes ! give us the song — 

Miss B. and Miss T. The song ! the song ! 

Con. You'll join me in the chorus. {sings. 

Chorus— 

Oh angels come, oh angels come, 
Strew flowers around us here. 

1 Home's sacred joys are seen in flowers, 
And thoughts that spring from love, 
That life that's filled with hallowed hours, 
And wisdom from above. 



The floral blooms, on spirit earths. 

The affgels' love display, 
And truths, in new unfolding births, 

That form the heaveuly day. 



Chorus. 



Chorus. 



3 The floral life, in angel lands, 
The love of God reveals, 
And truth divine, which always stands, 

And joys forever yields. 

Chorus. 
{Eing Drop.) 



ACT III 



ScEKE 1. — Rome. Chamber of a Priest. 

Father Antonicelli reading, rites as Lord Fitz 
Hugh enters. 

Father A. Good day, my friend ! Sent you to Signor 
Brantley? 
And will he come? 

Fitz H. He comes to-day at five. 

Father A. {Looks at watch.) He then will soon be 
here. Fitz Hugh, we mortals 
To our own choice, and wisdom are not left. 
All things do operate, as God ordains 
For his dear children in this changeful world. 
The ordeals, through which I these weary months 
Have passed, are strange, mysterious, and terrible, 
And in my soul have pressed the solemn truth 



BRANTLEY. 21 

80 deep, that Jesus is the Only God, 

And that his haman is Divine, in Him 

The fulness of the Godhead wholly dwells, 

That time, nor ypt eternity can e'er 

Efface it. On this central truth my thoughts 

Were fixed, and prayers went up for light, more light. 

An influx warm, and cold by turns set in ; 

The conscious subject of two moving powers 

My ioul became. My inner sight was opened 

To that degree, short glimpses of th' invisible 

Both dark, and light were seen. My agonies 

Were fearful, and at last, the Lord Himself 

To me was manifest. And now to me 

The Human is Divine. This must be true. 

(Servant announces Signor Brantley.) 

Father A. Bid him enter. [^/i^er Brantley. 

Father A. I'm glad ihat you have come. Through 
lord Fitz Hugh 
I learned that consciously in two degrees 
Of respiration you exist. That on 
Tnis plane the natural, you see, and feel 
As we do ; also o-i the spirit plane 
Are cognizant of things to us invisible, 
Of what occurs among the blessed angels. 
To me short glimpses of the eternal sphere?* 
Have been vouchsafed, as drawn aside, or closed 
The curtain parting seen, and unseen worlds, 
I would the purport of these visions learn. 

Bran. Jesus our Lord has chosen you a medium 
Through whioh to work his gracious will. 
In time you too will be a conscious dweller 
At once in this, and in the spirit world. 

Father A. Your views of God, of heaven, of earth, 
of men 
Detailed in full to me by lord Fitz Hugh, 
While new are most convincing, and uplifting. 
I love our planet now ; it is my mother ; 
This outer man is mother to the inner; 
Regenerate men the mother of our heavens. 
The pulses of new life into this world's 
Heart pressing, beat through me in music chimes. 
My Master now, I know, all things pervades, 



22 BRANTLEY. 

Each stoue. each clod, each j^eed, eaeh tree, each flower, 

Each running stream, fish, bir*l. and clime, all ! all ! 

I see, I fefcl the rapture of this light. 

I've wept, and prayed, and suffered much, 

But this o'erjoys. and makes me rich indeed. 

Oh. Reme! I'll pray for thee. Henceforth I'll labor 

The folds of darkness hanging dense ar«und 

The Vatican to tear away. Helpme 

Ye angels I Through churches, monasteries, the light 

Swift winged shall go. 

Bran, and Fitz H. Amen J Amen ! 

Be light 'rnoug Afric's sunny heart-warm children. 
Oh shine on Asia's millions. Sun Divine ! 
Oh angels bright disper^^e the clouds, and bathe 
The world in glory. 

Bran. points.) See what moves this way. 

{Enter spirit of Protestant divine.) 

Spirit. The churches all are drifting, all are drifting. 
Dead is the heart ')f our theology. 
An angry Father slaying his only Sou 
To satsify his wratli, scarce credence finds. 
Tbey tess about decrees, foreordination, and all such 
As children' do soap-bubbles for their pastime. 
The press is now the teacher, not the pulpit. 
Alas! alas! oh! oh 1 .' oh.' oh— h— h! alas! [J^i7. 

{Enter spirit of priest holding a cross. ) 

Spirit. The spring floods rise The wintei's ice is 
broken. 
The church is drifting, drifting. Splendid rites 
No more avail. No more avails us now 
The ministerial lineage. Wheels! oh wheels 
Of progress stop! Where, oh where will you bear us? 
And must we change? The young, the old say "yes." 
Alas ! alas ! oh ! oh ! ! oh ! oh— h— h ! ala.s ! [Exit 

Two girls, dressed one in blue, the other in red, holding 
one a banner with the word ''Science,'^ the other a 
banner with the words "■Progress of the Age,'' appear 
holding by the h^ind a young lady dressed as a bride 
in white. 

Science. My glory is to sit beneath thv feet and learn. 



BRANTLEY. 2:3 

Progress of the Age. To herald thy advancing march, 

Bride. To-day who will decide what is the truth? 
We need a revelation which displays 
The light without a .shadow of the false. 
Such now we have. Through it we causes see. 
Through it up to the triune heavens we go ; 
Through it we see the angels, and their lives behold. 
Their bosom joys, their past and future historie^^. 
And thence th' unfolding* of the lutiMite. 

[A chant h}j the three \ 

Anii he that sat upon the throne said "behold I make 
all things pew." [JSxeunt. 

Fitz H. .Strange sights, strange sounds, that truth 

will reign is sure. 
Bran. The Old now vanishes away. The New 
Speeds on its he-aven appointed glorieus course. 

[Church bell rings. 
Antonicelli. There sounds the solemn vesper bell. Its 
summons 
I must attend. 

Bran. That bell's sweet silvery tones 

Now thrills within the spirit harp, aud all 
My soul does burn to hear the vesper song. 
Fitz Hugh. And mine is kindled too. 
Antonir-eUi. Come, let's away. [Ejeunf. 

(w. 

ScEXB L'. Colorado. A /afreet in Denver. 
Enter Tim Rilev and Pat Symes. 

Tim i?. Pat. do you know Con well, who owns the 
rich mine. Mexican Cacique ? 

Sgmes. Yes. Tim, I remimber him. 

Tifn R. He is now in Sp:ain, but will soon return and 
settle at Mauitou where he will breathe the sweet air of 
the Garden of the Gods, and drink the uectar that bub- 
bles up from the hearts of the rocks. 

Symes. Good health to him, and a safe journey to his 
own. country, and may he bring a wife back with him. 
Do ye mind. 

Tim R. I think he will. Not a black eved Senorita. 



24 BRANTLEY. 

but a true American lady. Ah, Pat, wheu a mau has 
the whole world to choose from, he'll take a womaD 
boru under the star spangled banner every time. 

Si/mes. That's so, Tim. I mane to do that myself. 
Do ye mind. 

Tim R. Good day, Pat, and may you be married 
within the year. lExit. 

Si/mes. I say amiu to that, for do ye mind, I need 
some one to take care of me. 

Enter stranger from the East. 

Stranger. Fine day, sir. I'm picking up information 
about mining and other things. Can you tell me what 
a flume is? 

Symes. Is it a flume you want to know ? A flume is 
this. Boards and beams all standing up just like the 
Giant's Causeway, with water pouring through it just 
like the fallen angels running from Gabriel's trumpet, 
and tearing the earth up and carrying along big bowl- 
ders like a bushel of peas swept down a mill stream. 
That's a flume. Do ye mind. 

Stranger. Will a flume wasli down the Black Hills? 

Symes Is it the Black Hills? Do ye mind. BlacK 
is the color of disappintment and death. Do ye mane 
the hills where the naygurs live? The flume will carry 
them off like so many jumping-jacks ! 

Stranger. Ha! ha! ha! The Black Hills 1 mean are 
the hills where the miners wash out free gold. 

Symes. Just so. I have ye there, do ye mind. The 
hills in Californy are red like Cleopatra's hair. The 
flume runs them offjust like hot water all foaming from a 
brewery. And the Black Hills will run down like Jim 
Jones' lamp black all floating on the water. Do ye mind. 

Stranger. But you will lose the gold. 

Symes. Lose the gold ! l»se the gold ! Why, do ye 
mind, we catch that in the riggular way. 

Stranger. How is that ? 

Symes. How's that? Why we introduce the quick- 
silver, and that draws the gold like the North Pole the 
needle, or like Mike Flynn's crooked whisky draws the 
min afflicted with the epizooty. Do ye mind. 

Stranger. Ha! ha! ha! I see sir. I presume you're 
a miner. 



BRANTLEY. 



25 



Symes. Do ye mind. That's the trade of Emperors 
and Kings, and I'm a fellow craft. 

Stranger. You have noble company. Have you any 
silver mines ? 

Sumes. Is it silver mines? Have I any silver mines? 
I have as many silver mines as would take a crow a 
month of weeks to fly over, as much silver as would 
make Astors and Rothschilds of a million people. Do 
ye mind. And all my children will have silver spoons 
in their mouths. Do ye mind. 

Stranger. Ha! ha! ha! Success to you, sir. 

Sijmes. As sure as the American eagle keeps his 
wings spread out, there comes the church collector. For 
doye'mind, I haven't a cint to my name. There are 
holes in my pocket. I must be gone. Hold ! he has 
turned the corner. That relieves me. Do ye mind. 

Enter 'Lige, the Denver prophet, ringing bell, with strip 
of mustin on back and on breast, ivith the words 
"^Denver Stock Board, Twelve Jlf." 

''Lige. Xow's de time to toss over de greenbacks and 
de silver dollars and de gold eagles. De stock shares be 
active as iiorse tails in fly time. Dey gwine up like a 
sky rocket. Now's de time. Procrastination is de tief 
of big foriu'ies. Let out de main sail, shake out de 
top gallant, run up de jib. De breezes in stocks blow 
stiff to-day. Now'sdetime. East Roe, Cash, Hercules, 
Victoria, and all de Pacific stocks. 

Stranger. What is that Stock Board? 

^ Lige. Stock is de cattle. Stock board is de board 
for de cattle to go up on to de cars and to go down from 
de cars. De cars carry de stock. Dey go up bulls and 
come down b'ars. 

Stranger. Ha! ha! ha I Great people out here. 
Facts are given with wonderful clearness and precision. 

[J Lige exit ringing, etc. 

Stranger. Perhaps you can tell me. 

Synies. The stock board is the place where fortunes 
are made by rise in real estate, so it is. Do ye mind. 
You buy a share of mining ground, and all the gold 
under it, as yellow as the yelk of an eg^, and rich as the 
ceiling of Solomon's temple. As soon as the gold come? 

4 



26 BRANTLEY. 

out your fortune's made. That's legitimate real estate 
business. Do ye mind. 

Stranger. JoUiiii; asi<le, sir, what you now tell me 
is worth a whole year's series of magazine articles on 
the subject. 

Symes. Do ye mind. There are two parts to me, the 
dispensable and the indispensable. With the dispensa- 
ble I played foot-ball with you; with the indispensable 
I spake to the question. 

Stranger. A little more of the indispensable, then. 

Symes. Did you ever polish your heel on the curb of 
St. Bridget's well ? Did you ever drink a cup of poteen 
to open your eyes Hallowmas night? 

Stranger. No. 

Symes. I thought so. 

Stranger. Well, sir, does the Stock Board grow ? 

Symes. Did you ever see a young whale grow ? You'll 
soon have to understand the harpoofis, and the r^pes, 
and the boats. Do ye mind. Does it grow ? ft will be 
the Be-he-moth of the nation. The big Comstock lode 
is ooly the jugular vein, but the heart is in Colorado, 
do ye mind. Here will be the Mammoth Stock Board. 
As it pulsates, so will the biy; money centres move. 

Stranger. Bravo! sir. You think it useful, then? 

Symes. Useful! Why, it's the tire that makes the 
stame that moves the whole machinery. It sells the 
stock and that opens the mines and develops them. It 
draws in the needful capital just like an alligator closing 
his jaws on a legion of flies settled in his mouth. Do 
ye mind. 

Stranger. Good again, sir. 

Symes. I must go or eat a cold dinner. Good day, sir. 

Stranger. Good day, sir. 

[Uxeunf Stranger and Symes. 

Scenes. Spain. Madrid. Parlor m Don Sebastiano's 

palace. 

Don Sebastiano and Don Gomkt. playing at cards. 

Don Seb. Miss Chad well's lover, Brantley, so I hear, 
To Spain's bright capital soon wends his way. 

Don G. Unless delays unlooked for step between 
Him and his coming. 

[Don Sebastiano rises, then Don Gomez. 



BRANTLEY. 27 

• 

Don Seb. Hem ! suppose, Don Gomez, 

We form a plot to extricate Miss Chadwell, 
Cheat vigilance, aii»i force darlv chauce to aid 
Her lover. This will drive away ennui. 

Don G. Agreed ! the plot. 

Don Seb. That old duenna aunt 

Deals with her lovely niece most barbarously. 
'Tis plain she wants to wed her to a noble. 
The suitor's role I'll act, and we together 
Well schooled in love's devices, soon will briug 
The niece aud Brantley face to face. 

Don O. 1 fear it will be difficult 

To win this Brantley to our artful plans. 
He shrinks from aught uns*eemly, aud prefers 
All pain to suffer than give others pain. 

Don Seb. We'll draw his friend, whose swollen purse 
o'erflows 
With ducats, into tlie secrets of our strategy. 
Persua-ion will shake off* the lover's scruples. 
My part, then, is to play the love-sick suitor; 
The niece I'll take to garden, or cathedral ; 
And you the aunt to museum, or palace. 
Thus Brantley meets his lady and myself; 
The work of chauce will seem this sudden meeting ; 
A stranger's guise will mask my recognition ; 
I'll feign a little jealous^^ and hauteur ; 
But j^et on some well timed pretence I'll ope 
The \\£iY for Brantley to declare his love. 
Her hand engaged, the rest in time will follow. 
The aunt's roused wrath we will appease, and heal 
Her wounded pride. 

Don O. The scheme is good and simple. 

To take fresh counsel let us daily meet. 

Don Seb. This very hour the aunr., aud niece, to see 
My grounds, conservatories, picture halls, 
And all my curiosities, are coming. 

Don O. This imits our plan — 

[jEnte?- Mrs. Percy and Miss Chadwelij. 

Don Seb. and Don O. Good day, ladies. 

Don Seb. You're punctual, Senora, to the moment. 

Afrs. Percy. We leave not till the round of sights we 
close. 



28 BRANTLEY. 

Th' Alhambra charmed my niece's tongue anl fancy, 

The Hcill of Lions, and the Gardeu, too, 

They gave her such delight. 'Tis woradrous pity 

The Moors could not return, and occupy 

That sunny land. 'Tis pity they were banished. 

Don G. The Spaniards love to boast the noble relies 
Of art, and wealth, and rare refinement found 
In Andalusia's kingly palaces. 
But in Madrid are sights of woniler, too ; 
And beyoud ner walls are scenic vistas grand, 
And ruins old of by gone chivalry. 
As escort to those haunts, and memories, 
That thrill, and pulse the proud Castilian's heart, 
Senora Percy will command my service. 

Bon jSeb. My service begs acceptance too, Miss 
Chad well. 

Mrs. Percy. You'll rob me of my niece's company. 

DonSeb. We you would please, vSefiora, but yet hope 
You'll not forego this timely proffered escort. 

3Irs. Percy. Well, be it so. 

Don G. {Offers his ar?n.) Sefiora, let us lead 
The way into the garden. 

Don Seb. {Offers his arm to Miss C) We will follow. 



{Ping Drojj.) 



[Exeunt, 



ACT IV. 

Scene 1. Same as Scene 3. Act 8. 

Don Sebastiano seated at table ivriting, rises holding 
letters. 

DonSeb. One single day has thrown a spell around 
me. 
Sincerity has fled into her castle. 
No arts will draw her thence. Sebastiano, 
Thou wert Sincere when Gomez talked with thee. 
But now my mind is changed, A power above me 
Whispers thus., "win her for yourself. Be this the bent, 
The purpose, high ambition of your being." ^ 
It must be so. There's none in all the world 



BRANTLEY. 2!) 

Like her. She's peerless, fit to sit the queen 
Of this proud monarchy. Such thoughts, such language, 
Such purity, such character, sach grace; 
In cliarras a Venus. And who is this Brantley ? 
A simple, thoughtful priest, a visionary too, 
I'm told. Wljy help him, and thus mar myself? 
No ! no ! To act the doul)le part is now- 
Expedient. Gomez will advise au^i counsel, 
Yet all his schemes I'll halk, and baffle. 
The surest way to rid me of all trouble, 
Is to get Brantley home. These forged letters 
Will hurry him across the billowy ocean. 
I'll use all arts to iuflame'the aunt against him. 
I'll use money, brains, experience to gain 
My suit. It will be strange if I cannot 
Outwit them all Ho! Carlos! Carlos! 

(ente?^ CarIjOS.) Here! 

These letters take to Philip Juan Hernandez. 
This card directs. Be quick, and bring his answer. 

[Uxit Carlos. 
Thus swift my purpose flies to its fulfilment. 

Enter Maud, the Gypsy Queen. 
Ah, Maud! your feet have lent obedient speed. 
Encamp to-morrow early near San Pedro, 
The church where holy fountains pour their streams. 
A sweet enchanting lady will come with me, 
And meet you there. Our fates you will divine. 
Warn her against a priest, a prying thoughtful priest, 
Who peers into the spirit wqrld, and tells 
Of what the angels do. Press her to look 
On me with favor. Your guerdon will be large. 

Maud. To-morrow morn your wishes I'll obey. 

\_Exit Maud. 
Enter Hernandez. Hands letter to Don See. 
Hernandez, thanks ! How all things work together. 

Hernan. As you this morn directed me, I gave a roll 
Of ducats to the postal clerk, who gave 
To me this letter. 

Don Seb. Met you not my page ? 

Hernan. No Sehor. 

Don Seh. He's gone with letters to your home- 

Call in an hour. ' iExit Hernan. 



30 BRANTLEY. 

Don Seb. opens letter and reads: 
"My Fkiend Conwell— 

r must relinquish the thought of visiting 
Madrid at present. The visit would aftoid me much 
pleasure, if it <1id not induce Mrs. Percy to shorten her 
stay in that lovely city. I will therefore' postpone my 
visit. Yours ever, 

Charles Brantley," 
Good ! good ! this harmonizes with my plans. 
This new |)riest freshly come, Anton icelli, 
They much esteem, and urge his frequent visits. 
He's good and pious, and serves my turns 
Without his knowing it. His burning zeal 
And eloquence will soon convert the aunt 
And niece to our religion. Then my love 
Will move her pity, and at length prevail. 
Enter Don Gomez, 

Doyi Seb. Don Gomez, I declare. What plans to-day? 

Don Goni. The aunt with much rehictance gave 
consent 
To view witli me the moss-grown vine-clad ruins 
Beyond the church San Pedro. 

Don Seb. That's well, Don Gomez. 

Do you attend the royal ball to-night? 

Don O. My ear will bend to other music. 

Don Seb. Ah ! the voice 

Of one you love. Success to you, my friend. 

Don O. Adios. Beso los manos. [Mvit Don G. 

Don Seb. ( Puts tetter on table.) Carlos ! Carlos ! 

[Rings a bell.) 'Enter Joanna. 

Don Seb. Has Carlos not returned? 

Joanna. Not as yet, Senor. 

Don Seb. If one Hernandez comes, tell him to staj' 
Till 1 return. 

Joanna. Yes, Seiior. [Exit Don Seb. 

Joanna. Dear me, I must put this room in order. 
What is brewing, I wonder? S© many people coming 
and gt>ing. Sonietlnng ails Senor. How excited he 
looks. I can see bird's eggs when the nest is in the 
grass. When the cream is on the cat's whiskers, I guess 
she has visited the milk pan. When the bird flutters 
without power to fly, I guess a charmer is near. All 
things have their signs. Senor's face is flushed, his 



BRANTLEY. 31 

blood leaps wildly, like that of a man in a fever. Sure 
sign that the poison of cupid's arrow rankles. Didn't I 
watch him as he walked and talked with that beautiful 
lady ? I felt sure he was falling in love. What's this ? 
A letter to Mr. J. Con well. Why that's Alfonso's 
Sefi >r. I must read this. (Reads.) I wonder if Alfonso 
brought this from Senor Conwell ? Why didn't he 
come into the servant's hall to see me? I must scold 
him for this. {'Hears footsteps, puts doivn letter. Enter 
Carlos.) Come, Carlos, help me. Will Seiior be gone 
long? 

Carlos. No, he returns soon. Can you keep a secret, 
.Joanna? 

Joanna. Can the ocean hold fish ? I'm no cackling 
hen. Anything about Alfonso ? 

Carlos. No. It's a big secret. 

Joanna. Well, what is it ? 

Carlos. Antoiiia. Mrs, Percy's page, got a purse of 
gold to say "not at home" to Miss Ru.ssell and Miss 
T ravers. 

Joanna. Wlio gave it to him? 

Carlos. I doi»'t know, but I can guess. 

Joanna. So can I guess. I must run. 

[^:ci^ Joanna. 
(w) Bell rings. Uxit CahIaOS. 

Scene 2. Street in Madrid. House with open window. 

Enter two Servants. 

1st Serv. I am miserable. My poor heart weighs me 
down. 

2d Serv. Are you importing a lead cargo? 

1st Serv. I have lost my hgart. 

2d Serv. Lost all your ballast and weighed down ? 

1st Serv. Yes, weighed down, gravitated down like a 
collapsed balloon. 

2d Serv. Ha! ha! ha! Cupid's lance didn't draw 
much blood till now. 

1st Serv. You say the truth. My pulse will hardly 
beat 30 to the minute. The fact is, my heart is water- 
logged. If things don't change I'll be foundered. 

2d Serv. You are in a pitiable plight. Who is the 
fair Dulcinea? 



32 BRANTLEY. 

\st Serv. Joanna. 

2,d Serv. Joanna! Why that's Alfonso's sweetheart. 

« 
Enter from r. scissors grinder. Enter from l. glazier. 

S'cis. O. Scissors to griiul ? 
Olaz. Glass to pvit in ? 

\st Serv. to Scis. G. I am in luck. You ai*e the very 
man I want. Call at Mrs Percy's at 2 o'clock. 
Scis. G. I'll be even with the shadow.on the sun dial. 

{Exit 1st Servant. 
2d Serv. to Glazier. You are come in sight just in 
time. Call at Don Sebastiano's at 2 o'clock. 

Glaz. I'll be as punctual as the sun that moves the 
shadow. [E.rit 2d Servant. 

Scissors grinder and glazier put down their packs. 
Glaz. Do you want a pair of glass eyes? 
Scis. G. Lay your tongue on my grindstone and I'll 
give it a new edge. 

Glaz. Did you ever sharpen a wasp's sting? On your 
grindstone, I think, my tongue will soon cease to be a 
Damascus blade. 

Scis. G. Without me, where would be the swords 
that smite down the king's enemies? 

Glaz. Without me, tlie palaces of kings and queens 
would be dark aud cheerless. 

( Woman appears at window. ) 
Scis G. Scissors to grind ? 
Glaz. Glass to put in ? 

Woman. Can you sharpen the shears of fate? And 
can you make the wheel of fortune transparent with 
glass? 

Scis. G. I'll try my skill. 
Glaz. And I'll try min^. 

Woman. Then shoulder your packs and call on 
Madame Destiny, Scissors to grind ? Glass to put in ? 
The}^ Khoulder their packs and stand under the window 
and bawl out^ 
Madame Destiny, ^cissors to grind? • 

Madame Destiny, glass to put in. 
Woman. Away, you varlets ! 
Scis. G. Madame Destiny, scissors to grind ? 
Woman Away, I say ; be gone ! 
Glaz. Madame Destiny, glass to put in? 



BRANTLF.Y. 33 

Woman. 8i()[) that hawling iiinler my windinv ! 
Set's. G. ISIatlanie DewtlHy, sci«ROi-y to grind ? 
Glaz. ^^adame Destiny, glass to put in ? 
Woman. Go away ! what will people say 2 
.sfe/s. G. Madaine Destiny, sciT-sors to giisid ? 
Glaz. Madan-.e D^ stiuy, glass to put in? 
Woman. {Screamn.) Help I go away, I tell you ! 
.}fan appears ai windoiv.) iCroivd f/ofhcm. biugh^.. 

Woman. There shey are, the horrid thiuLi^s. 
Si'is. G. Madame Destiny, scissors to urind? 
Glaz. Madanie Destiny, glass to put in ? 

[J/an rushes our. of door, 
Man. He gone, you scctunduds! 

Scis. G. Madani'- De-^tiny, seissois to grind? 
Glaz. Madame Destiny, glass to put in ? 

{Enter poliee, catdies iro.te man.) 
Police. What is all this uproar about? 
Man. These fellows are insuiting my wife. 

[Crowd ktiif/h. 
Scis G. Madame Destiny, sci&sors to grind? 
Glaz. Madame Destiny, gla-s to put in ? 
Woman rushes out and falls on neck of her husband.) 
V/oman. Do-r't take him. D'Ui't take him. 
Scis. G. Madame Destiny, scissors to gnnd ? 
Glaz. Mad i me Destiny, glass to put in ? 
Police. Come alouii al! of you ; come Madame. 
Scis. G Madame Destiny, scissers to grind ? 
Glaz. ]N[adame Destiny, glass to put in ? 
Police. Be silent there. [Crowd laughs. 

\v) [Exeunt all. 

Scene 3. Garden and fountain near San Pedro Church, 
Gi2JSi/ camp. 
Enter Don Gomez and Mrs. Percy. 
Mrs. Percy. The gipsies love to camp in swc^er 
romantic 
Retired spots, where many flowers and fountains 
Will cast a charm about their tented life. 
Don Gom. Senora Percy, this is Maud, our gipsy 
queen. 
She knows my family and predicts its fortunes. 
Please try her skill. 



34 BRANTLEY. 

Maud. { Takes her left hand. ) 
You have longevity outpictured here ; 
Vast wealth ; your slitter died some time ago ; 
Her daughter is your chief and only care. 
She loves a good fjure minded man, a priest. 
This used to grieve you uiuch. The hour (h'aws neai' 
When grief will cease. I see a eljaiige in you ; 
An unexpected meeting far away ; 
Your niece's destiny will tlien be shaped. 

Don Gom. Now, Maud, try mine. 

Maud. A fcjir and gentle hund 

Is to be joined to yours iu holy wedlock. 
A land and water journey is before you ; 
(ireat hills all seani'^d with gold and silver f)res 
You'll see, A happy future yours, Don Gomez. 

Don Oora. Thanks Maud [Gives her gold.) Adios. 
lExeiint Don G. and Mrs. P. 
(Maud gives a low whistle ; tivo hoys appear. ) 

Maud. Silverio, go see if Si-bastiaiio's coming. Joa- 
chimo, see when Don Gom»-z i>!js?es out of sight. Hurry 
hack both of y<'u {Exeunt l)o>/.s ) I must tell the truth 
and not the truth to please S(4)a«tian >. I will not tell 
him all I see. I want his well fille I purse, and will so 
speak. [Enter SUiVERio. 

Silv. I see the horses of Don Sebastiano conjjng fast. 

[Enter Jo a cm mo. 

Joa Don Goni'-z hus passed out of sight. 

Maud. My darlings, n^w retire. I see them coming. 
Enter Dox 8ebastiano and MiSR Chadwell. 

Don Seb. Tlie race of gipsies dates far hack ; they 
boast 
Descent from Ishmael and are Bedouins 
Tn nature. Old astrology is claimed 
By them as all their people's heritage, 
And palmistry which they with pride derive 
From patriarchal days. The hook of Job 
Tells its antiquity. This is the queen. 
Your name please deign to give. 

Maud My name is Maud. 

Don Seb. This lady fair ami I would try your skill. 

Maud, {takes Miss Chadwell's left hand.) 



BRANTLEY. 35 

Your stars are hai)py iii liieir variouis anpeots ; 

Also the lines of destiny herein 

Displaj^ed (xreat riches y<«u possess. A cross 

In love is manifest. A priest appears 

Wijo reads the stars and searches into things 

Of hidden nature. Spirits he beholds 

And angels, and reveals tlie future age. 

His star looks east. In Rome he stays at present ; 

Your signs diverge. A nother comes in view ; 

He draws your sign to his. He is a noble 

Of great possessions, learned, wise, and generous. 

His love is strong. To you he opens place 

And power ; f see a crown advancing too ; 

This is the way to highest fortune. Choose 

This road ; so say tlie star-^. 

Maud. Now hfdd your hand. 

The nation seeks your hand to guide her fates. 
Tliis lady's si^n and yours have come together. 
If they remain it shows a speedy marriage. 
Great joy, great riclies, and thick clustering honors. 

Bon Seb. { Gives purse to M a ud. ) 
Thanks and adios, Maud. Nf>w for the ruins 

lExeimt Don 8eb and MiS8 C. 

Maud. This purse will make us merry, merry gipsies. 

[Maud retires out of sight. 

(w) 

Scene 4. A street in Madrid. 

Et^ter GoNWEiiL and Don Gomez. 

Con. Til*! fa'e foretelling art is s^niGtimes useful. 
You look atinoyed, to-day ; perhaps recourse 
To gipse3' Maud will help you — 

Don Gora. Solve the riddle. 

Con. What riddle? that Sebastiano? 

Z)#n Goni. Yes. 

I visit and consult with him. He seems 
To yield consent to all my plans and yet — 

Con. Takes c tre to follow that which suits him best. 

Don Gom. Just so. You read him well. He wants 
to serve 
Himself, not Brantley. What s© keeps our friend ? 
His stay makes me Sebastiano'e dupe 
Appear. 



86 BRANTLEY. 

Con. Dop. Gomez, 1 d*) uo^-ip WMv; 

But set to-day I lent reiiietant eiw 
T:» what my valet felt constrained to tell. 
My valet's tattliiij: lover who hears mueii 
Aii'i sees mor--' at Sebastiano's mansion. 
Relates thai she, a letter from ray friend 
Charles Brantley, saw upois the jiatlor tiible 
To my address. And also that tlie page 
Antonio had gold received to say 
To lady friends of oui*s, "' Seiiora Percy 
Is not at home." 

Don Gom. If this W true, lie i< 

A very monster. Tiiis i:e\vs sets my Mood 
On fire. 

Con. Restrain yourself, my friend. Vou jisked 
Why Brantley was delayed? Perhai s his letters 
Have intercepted been. 

Don Gom. I -ec it > <>\\ . 

Sebastiano thought our wrath lo kindle 
Against the aunt and niece, and l'r<-ak beyond 
Repair the sacred vase that held our frivnd-hip. 
Just what he wanfs. He thus can hunt with horse 
And hounds the forest through aiul no one s i y 
Him nay. 

Con. The game lie plays is bold and earnest. 
That move was fai^e It turns the game against him. 
To mutch his skill, two wills now bend their thoughts. 
Intrigue 1 do not like. But this is f(!r 
My friend ; it is for her he loves : it is 
Foul wrong to check and smother villainy. 
You know Antonicelli ? 

Don Gom. Yes, quite weli. 

Con. He's one of Brantley's warmest friends. 

Don Gom. A strong 

Ally within the citadel. 

Con. Acquaint 

Him with the situation anu his help 
Secure. 

Don Gom, I will, tins very hou; . 

Con. Meetmt- 

At noon. Be co»! and cautious L^tuni. 



BRANTLEY. :;: 

HCENi: •'). Madrid. Rooin hi ^li{>. V\'A\cv'<, house. 

Enter Mrs. Phhcy. 
Mrs. Percij. Anton iceili, lioiy pious fatiuM-, 
By wliotn the (iay spring siivamini^ fr^Mn tli!- >kics 
Di!^pe!s the miss am! shadows of my soul, 
'I'liy words iiave oiiang!'<l me Now tiic woil-.T.- 

Miiibiti'ms 
Disturb no more more my rest. The end of lif- 
Is uot [)r»silioi5, fortune, fleeting pleasure ; 
I'.ut 'tis to attain God's imaj^e in the soul. 
I see i' novv. \ cannot shut it out. 
Oh lime! my misspent time I nsy earilily days 
Are n-arly numt)ered. A life of uses 
Tr;siisfoi ms the soul. Can i redeem the p i.-t ".' 
J d» em' d lie was a ft)ol. Antoniceili 
Thinks Irlm a chosen witness to the trurii. 
I think so, loo iSoon ta Madrid he comes ; 
I the!i will send for Iiim. Be gone, my pride! 
I tlien will r^au'A for him. I hated him; 
I hated tlie very name ; out now my hi-art 
vViii yearn to see hiro, and iiis wame's as iiiusie 
Of angel voice and iiarp. Ye^ Brantley, Brantley 
Uespised once but noAV esteemed friend. 
r}ie nch, the great admire my noble niece. 
8ne none accepts. She still for Brantic-y lives. 
^f ust I reverse luy rd't declared psurp ise ? 
Down I down! My tempter down I I /r/'V reverse it 
Enter Mrs.s ('fiadwell 

Miss ChaaweU. Ant'Uiicelli has just goue Thron-ih 
hisn 
Tiiere -peeds some news that near conceiiis u-. 
Again.^t seiiora Percy and her niece 
Two Spanish Dons conspired — 

Mrs. Percy. Wiio are tiie Dons? 

Miss Chadwell. They are Sebastiauo and Don Gomez. 

Mrs. Percy And what did the^' consjiire ? 

Miss Chadwell. To render null 

Your wary vigilance, defeat your will, 
And then appease your anger. 

Mrs. Percy. Ha ! I see 

Their plans. 



38 BRANTLEY. 

Miss C/iadwell. Not all, tlear aunt. Sebastiano 

Deceived Don Gomez. 

Mrs. PercAj. He to us appeared 

Tlie serious lover. 

Miss Chadirdl. Yes, but double tongued. 

How did he speak" to you wf Brantley, aunt? 

Mrs. Percy. He si)oke to me of him with pious pity 
As one deluded ; as unfit for aught 
But dreamy reveries suited to a cloister. 

Miss Chadwcll. To me he spoke of liim admiringly. 
As wise and good. His worc^s eonveye<i the thought 
That he was Brantley's sworn and dearest friend. 

Mrs. Percy. I see it all. 

Miss ChadweU Not all, dear aunt. Your pag>: 

Antonio admittance to deny 
To both our dear most prized lady friends 
Was bribed. 

Mrs. Percy, This (piite amazes me. 

Miss ChadweU, A letter 

To t'onwell sent from Rome has been purloined. 
' And now, dear aunt, just hold your breath awhile ; 
Charlei) Brantley Rome has left e're now to cross 
The l>road Atlantic. 

Mrs. Percy. Now I se« it all. 

Who would believe that one so noble could 
Thus stoup so low. Charles Brantley goes— we follow. 
Another morn shall see us on our way 
To Paris. 1 must haste to give my orders. \^Exit. 

Miss Chadivell. It »eem8 unkind in me, against 
Sebastiano 
To turn my aunt, t«> change her good opinion 
And nip the tender blooming buds of frieadship. 
But all duplicity I hate. His f>urpf)se 
Guaged by the world, is highly flattering. 
But though crowned heads should seek my hand and 

stoop 
To meanness, I would scorn their thrones and sceptres. 
The soul that wills to lose all hopes, all joys ; 
That wills to pass a life of weariness 
And pain, a desolated heart to bear 
In uncomplaining meekness, rather than 
Resort to stratagem, or plant a crown 



l^ANTI.EY. ;.) 

Of tiioriis upon another's brow, that ^^oul 
I honor, although artisan or peasant, 
Thonuh walking »u earth'.s l(i west social round. 
I>ut I niu-t go and hurry preparations. [K.cit. 

(w) 

>-»CENE 0, Madrid. P/ain room, in SKBAATiAyiii^x pnCave. 

Enter Sebastiano. 

DonSeb. J^ey^'ud my gra^p 1!j(- prize is gone, 1 (ear. 
What sudden impulse hurried them away? 
Oh that I were a monarch absolute ! 
Their course I would arrest witliin the hour, 
Yq%, down in dungeon dee]! tiiat wily aunt 
I'dthrus!. Oh! hf)W reproachfully she looks ! 
Right here she stands and seems to read my thoughts. 
Bright angel, stay! oh stay! yes stay! Miss Cltadwell ! 
The vision's gone. Who can expl.in this mysterv ? 
Oh ! oh! this }>ain ! this agony! my heart! 
My heart be still ! Why did I love lier so? 
[Enter- Carlos.) 

DonSeb. What's that? 

Carlos. A letter, Seilor. 

DonSeb. Hand it herr. 

( Reads. ) [Exit C a h u )s. 

'•To Don Sebastian o." 
ft is from her ; 1 almost tear to read 
Its contents, 

( Opens and reads.) I write this at the sea coast. My 
aunt desires me to ! hank you tor all your kind attentions, 
t)ut frankly adds that she liopes you never wili resot to 
dishonorable means to attain an honorable purpose, and. 
beg me to say for her, adios, and may heaven change 
your heart and bless your life. And 1, loo, say adios 

Mary Chadwkli.. 
[Crashing the letter in his hand.) 
Sebasti aio's baffled, yes baffled. All vain 
My hopes to win her now. That gip^y Maud 
Foretold— th it's nonsense— of our signs foretold, 
If they togvther stood, our marriage then 
Swon would ensue. She then this parting saw. 
Just now it looks that Brantley yet will meet her. 



40 BRANTLEY. 

Sebastian o'h; baffleil, yes bafRed. Madrid 

Will hum with rumors now. "Bhe's jilted hinj'" 

Wiil run fiom mouth to mouth. Consigned to lianus 

(Burns (he letter at a candle.) 
This letter perislies. Now, then, I'M be 
Myself agai.i. Oh, Senorita Ch ;dweli ! 
Oh, Maria! Maria! 

Enfer Antonickli.i. 
AntoniccHi, you are come too iaie. 
The ship th.at carries them has sailed e're this 
) sent to taiU with you about my future, 
iJright spangled o'er with beaming- hopes, just like 
A studded slvv without a cloud at midnight. 
Tile virion's fled, Aiitonicelli ; ii()W 
A bhvnk, a painful void remains. C'»nie out 
With me and let us talk together ; 1 
Am gla<i you're come. [KcrunL 

(w) 

Bc'hJNE 7. — Garden in Stockholm - Snowing. 

Enter HRANrLKY. 

Bran, Four elian\:eful weeks with shorten iu^- days 
I've rambled 
To see old Sweden's features, ut)d uow ha--te 
To escape atern Winter who, with sudden leap, 
Has passed the barriers of the freezing zo!ie 
And here reigns drearily ; his chariot speeding 
Of driving stwrm and sleet, all nature drowsing 
To sleep beneath his snowy coverlets, 
And deep clear heaven reflecting lakes elose sealing 
With thick pellucid ice. The sheltering eaves 
The twittering birds in flocks receive. Around 
The burdened trees surge heavily and sigh 
Before the howling blast. The mauKnoth bears 
Now hybernate. In rooty chauibers lies 
Locked up the Summer's glory to live anew 
In leaf and bud and fruit, when earth 
Has rolled again through half her orbit. 
Now Stockholm veiled iu fast falling flakes 
Will soon recede to my admiring gaze. 
But Sweden's water-falls of silver-curling spray 



brantlp:y. 41 

>.«>iiietiiiie.- sleseetMling qiiiirk in pure white sheets 

Of foaming airiness, or fluttering 

Into lare-woven curtain draperies. 

In nioniory's sunniest halls will always gleam. 

[ must find Koogland, grt-.et arjd bid adieu 

In the same breath. [Exit. 

ScENK s. — Sf&ck/ujb/i. PaHoi' in Koogland's house. 
Enter Koogland. 

Koog. I i»)ve my native land, her skies her hills 
And lakes, those lakes so clear, sharp pointed rocks 
Far down beneath appear to rise and touch 
Fhe gliding boat, her fame, her wisdom, c«)urage. 
l^^)rget thee, Xo, my country, nol Around 
Thee, Stockholm too, cling the tendrils of my soul ; 
i'hou Noi-r leru Venice, now in ice and snow 
Enshrouilfd, now Im verdure, music, beauty 
Anew revealed with magic suddenness ; 
riiy palace crowned social terraced homes, 
The flashing Mcelar's thousand isles beholding ; 
All this I leave through potency of love 
By secret hope impelled to see what fate 
Awaits a second effort. » 

Enter Servant.— -Servant gioes card. — Koogland 
reads. 

Rev, Charles Brantley. 
Our welcome give. \^Exit servant. 

This is a vast surprise. 
I'll haste to greet him. 

Enter Brantley. 
A'oo,^. Brantley, welcome ! welcome! 

rhis meeting quite surxmsses my conception. 

Bran. Some seek the birth place ©f the English bard 
And some the tomb-stone of the Roman poet, 
But I the land of the great Sage, the pride 
< )f Sweden. 
A'bo^. So he's not unknown to you? 

Bran. He's so well known to me, that all the world 



42 BRANTLEY. 

His heavenly revelations soon may learn, 
Is now my constant prayer. 

Koog. .Stay you s<»im- tiiui,* 

In Stock holm? 

Bran. No, friend Koogland, iiasU' now c-AU lue 

To Hamburg first and theuee America 

Koog. Within this very hour I bid fare well 
To home and couL-try on my route to Hamburg. 

Bran. Give me your hand. WeMi meet at ij«»on 

Koog. But stay ! 

My father will rejoice to see you. 

Bran. No. 

Time forbids. Adieu. {Exit BranfJey. 

Enirr KooGi.A .n'd's Eafher 

K. Father, i'his form onee uprigbt ehilling age sore 
pr(;.\sses 
With his increasing weiglit. \\y son, my Ohaiies, 
You will not go and leave your dear old failier? 

Koog. Dear father, here my days are all misspent : 
My life is purposeless; I need the change- , 
My poor sad lieart is fai across the sea, 
Dear father. 

A". Father. .My dear sun, paniioi LhaL wound 

Be healed ? 

Koog. No, no, it's vain to ny. I'll s(»<^n 

He turn— 

Enter Sekvant. 

Serv. The sleigh's prepared and waiting .stands. 

[ Exit servant. 

KooGiiAXi) and Father embrace. 

My son! what will your dear old father do 
While you are gone? Oh, Charles! my .sou ! my sou ! 
Farewell! farewell! 
{Ring Slow Drop. ) 



BRANTLEY. 43 



A C T V. 

x^KxNK I. — Louisiana. — Negro cabin at Mrs. Percy's 
ftome.- Xegroes, raen and women. — Old Jo and gran- 
}iy and young Jo. — Table set out for a feast. 

Old Gran. Ole miosis and young missis look so well. 

[ Young Jo jumps round and shouts. 
Youiiif Jo. Oh I I'se so gl^d I Missis come home, 

[Sings. 
Hear de kullered angels holler ; 

"Is ye^ii ready for de skips?" 
Wenv de kiill«red angels holler ; 
"Wake updarkieg, wif< deprive." 

CHORUS. 

SiHging, dauciiig, singing, dancing, 
8ing and dance, oh sing and dance. 

Old Gran. Slop chile ! stop ! you won't lef ole folkes 
talk. [Boy sings. 

Hear de kullerd angels holler ; 

"Open wide de heabeiily gate ;" 
Hear de kullered angels holler ; 
"Walk in darkies, 'fore's too late." 

CHORUS. 

Singing &c. 

Old Jo. What ails de boy? He be crazy. 

[Boy shouts. 
Hear de kullerd angels holler ; 

Old Jo. Yes boy, yes boy, we hear 'em. Play de 
hanjo dare. [All sing. 

Tune, Angel Boatman. 
1. Waken in de midnight lonely, 
All we darkies thought we feel, 
Dat de white folks gone, and only • 
Shaddurs true de cabin steal. 

CHORUS. 



44 BKANTLEV. 

Oh de«e hearts day trob and quil>f)'^^r 

Wid de dulcet tones of peace ; 
Glory for de blessed gibber, 

Now and uebber, nebbei cease 

'Z. Each retLirnin' iiiglu de shaddui-s, 
Like some spectres, peered to rise. 
And we darkies feered day hah u:*, 
^Fore we'd see our mis«is eyes. [Chorf/s. 

3. We be happy, liap])y people, 
Cause de while foikes liab come hooie : 
And we'll holler from de steeple, 
Day's from liome no more to roam. \ C/ion<s. 

Old Jo. Dis animates us, [Seizes old (Jrcw.tn/, en<-h 
tdkei a partner.) Come all. Play de banjo dare. 

yAU dance, and bo,)/ aiw/s. 
"Hear de kullered angels holler." 

Enter Mrs. Percy and Mlnti Cjiadwki.1.. 

Old Gran. Oh, Missis, we's >o glad. Dat lioy gohf 
distracted wid joy, cause Missis conu» home. Co w;i> 
chile ! Stop dat noise ! 

MUh C. Jo : Jo ! Jo ! 

Young Jo. Yes, Missis. 

Miss C. Jo, call Jim, l)e quick, [Exit Young ./o. 

Mrs. Percy. I hope j'ou will all have a good time. 
Jo will bring some fruit. 

Old Jo cO Gran. Thank you Missis. 

[Exeunt Mr.i. P. and Mls.i C. 

Old Jo. Come, sit down granny, come sit down all. 
{Old Jo says f/racc.) May de blessins of hebben rain 
down on ole missis and young mi.ssis; may de skies of 
der life shine like de mornin's sun; and all de corn- 
cribs break wid de corn ; and de tables tremble wid de 
fowles of de air and beasts of de field, for ebber and eb- 
ber. Amen. 

Enter Jo and Jim with fruit.— Young Jo xings as flie>/ 
enter. 

"Hear de kullered angels lioUei-, &c.'' 



BRANTLEY. 4-'» 

<)ld Gran. I'se hab t« eii<ike de bref out of dat cliile. 

Old Jo. No use granny, uo use, we must get up and 
dance way de joy 'fore we eau eat. I Old Jo and all rh 
Put back de table. Clar de way. Get de banjo dare. 
[^All dance. — Jo and Jim join hands and danoe wildl//, 
Mnyim/, "'Hear de kullered &g.''^ — Granny siojjs davchi/j 
uufh Jo then all stop. 

Gran. \ hab an interestiii' and 'p^irtant circuni- 
stanee to tell. 

Old Jo. Well, granny, what's de cireutnstance ? 

Gran We's all happy Jo, and you's happy. 

Old Jo. Yes, dat's so, granny. 

Gran. Missis come home and we's glad. 

Old Jo. Yes. grantiy, and de circumstance. 

Gran. You'll 'scune me Jo, hut 'tis somethin' 'port- 
ant nnd 'tickler. 

Old Jo. Well, granny. 

Grail. I want you to 'low me somethi)!*. 

Old Jo. What's dat granny? You shall hai) it oii 
dis 'spicious occasion, to de half of my kingdom. 

Gran. Well, 1 speck I hab to tell. 

Old Jo. Yes, granny, do tell. 

Gran. I want you — to — 'low me— to— vote. 

[^Old Jo throws ar^ns out and starts back amazfid 

Gran Well, I declar Jo, you look like cannon ball 
hit you durin' de war. 

Old Jo. Yes, granny, I'm tunder struck. Woman 
vote? My ole granny vote? Whar will be my man- 
hood then ? 

Gran. Dear Jo, dear Jo, just say yes — you prom us 
me de half of your kingdoin, you won't break de prom- 
us, Jo? 

Old Jo. Well, granny, to-morrow I'se give mj' an- 
swer. Dat's 'portant sure enough. Play de banjo dare. 

[All dance. 
Enter Miss Cpiadwell. 

Miss C. Come out and see the fireworks and after- 
ward go on with the dance. 

\_Exit Miss C. All follow, joung Jo in rear. 

Yoimg Jo. Hurrah ! blue lights and sky-rockets ! 
vSing and dance, oIj, sing and dance. 

I'W.) 



4«; BRANTLEY. 

SfKNP: \L. — Same as scene 2, Acf l.s-^ 

i:nff r Tim. Rilky and Pat Symes wit/t luheelbarrotr 
fall of fiower-pots. 

S,ytntt<. Weil, Tim, hff's all a (iraine. The tiowei's? 
Iu*re nod to us as old acquaintance. I'm certain they 
will never feel the '.nifeaiiy nii^re to make a bouquet 
lor the bishop. Do ye mind. 

21)11. His wine has tur .ed sour. We see tiiis in the 
figures made by the shifting of the liouse Vcaleido-ctJpe. 
His chances are all run out like tl»e snnds of the old re- 
tired doctor. 

Symes. Exj^erience has m;ule me ^ wiser man to<». 
Tim. J)o ye mind. 1 was ou'-e as rich ns Mr«. Peit'y. 
ill had ©Illy succeeded in getting it out of the groun«J. 
Hut some cruel ui cromancer put a spell on it (perhaps 
the old bishop's prayers did it) and there it >tii;ks fast in 
the liard rocks to this <!ay. Do ye mind. 

Tim. Ii is true, Pat. There is a secret power around 
us mat gives or withholds wealth. We may find rich 
mines, unless this secret power iielp.x us, vain <»ur 
hopes to realize. It's so in love, in business, and all life 
affairs. I'm con'ent to stay here and nurse thi^ flowers. 
This is happiness after all, Pat. 

Symes. You reason like a solon, Tim Do ye mind. 
What's the use in all the crazy eflf'orts to be rich? A 
rich mine eohects a crowed of sharp lawyers and unprin- 
cipleii villains, like buzzards to acarcas*, each anxious to 
tiorge him-elf. Do ye mind. I feel satisfied to stay as I 
am and smoke the pipe of ttonientment. I have done 
witii fortune hunting, Tim. Do ye mmd. 

[^Horn is blown. 

Tim. There's the di'iner horn. Let us i)e going. 

[Exeunt. 

ScKNE ?,.— Parlor at Mrs. Percy's. — -iS'awif^ as scene \., 
Act\ 

Enter Miss (Jhadwell and Miss Florence. 

Miss C. The views we meet, in Alps or Appeninf:* 
Your mountain scenes excel. One view remains 
Firm set iw memory. Mount Blanc uplifts 



BRANTLEY. r 

Its .snow-ilraped head with silent mystery crowned, 

While all arouud is dark and stars yet hold 

Their sway, to eatcli the ruby glow 

Of morning's mystic baptism ; which dissoivt-s 

As down ihe mountain's side Jhe nimhle light, 

With swift descending steps, compels the gloom 

In huYi ied flight to cast away her robes 

All wet with vapor, and then slanting through 

The vales, each blade ofgra.ss, each leaf of shrub 

And tree, with sparkling dew-drops glistens. 

Miss F. Your vivid picture of that shrouded pt*ak 
Dispels all h@pe to piint in verbal color;* 
Our grand, and varied Rockj'^ Mountain scenery. 
It asks your eye, your ear, and gle)wing tongue 
To speak aright its praises. 

Miss C. Hush : Miss Florence 

Just tell about the park wherein you camped. 

Miss F. Sweet memories cling around that park. 
Kach morn, each eve, s )me leaf, soiue flowei inserted 
Into the wreath of free and joyous life 
I there experienc d. The air so pure 
The blood in jocund mazes danced 
With the exhilaration. To tlie eye 
This park seems like a congeries of park.*. 
At pleasing intervals stand verdant knolls 
Whose summits spacious shady groves adf)rn. 
While streams, in which the speckled trout disport. 
Wind round and round between the knolls. 
The level space* seemed so regular 
As if Dame Nature had surveyor turned. 
And had with measuring ehain the Hues adjusted. 
High shelving mountains hem this park around ; 
The highest and the farthest are snow-crowned ; 
While those below in living green are mantled 
Of forests dense, of hemlock, spruce and pine. 
Beneath our feet a rich bloom carpet sj>reads ; 
And up the mountain's side, up to the verge 
Of snow perpetual do bud and bloom 
The glowing flowers ; there bees in hiving sweets* 
Do ply their busy toil ; and humming birds 
That poise above each opening bud, their wings^ 
Almost invisible ; the ptarmigan 



48 BRANTLEY. 

With arclic plum-age, and gray feasluTod y;rouse, 
The coney in his rocky home, the deer, 
ri>e antelope, the mountain sheep and lion, 
A living museum. The day we passed 
In gathering flowers and lichens, dishing, reading 
Or followed what the changing fancy prompted. 
At ni!i[lit, within our tent, we hoard the distant 
Snow-sliile, or dismal cayote howl. Sometimes 
Near by the Indians pitched their tents, hut gave 
No whoop, nor sound of terror. I must stop. 
Words fail to tell its beauties or its pleasures. 

Mls.s C. That park you Estes call. How unroniantic 1 
To Colorado I must surelj^ y:o [ BcU rrnf/s. 

This very year. Come, see our century plant ; 
I hear the signal bell. [Erninf. 

Enter Mrs. Fhkcn-. 

Where have tlwy gone'.' 
How true those bible words, "that many to 
And fro shall go and knowledge he increased." 
This era is the co-mopolitan, 
The time for demolition of all barriers. 
That stand between true hearts like prison walls. 
All nations yet will be like angel sisters. 
And all earth's families triune be, as are 
The heavens. Now into human uni»s men 
Disintegrate, to fuse again in new 
And las'ing combinations. Flags tri colored, 
White, red and blue, o'er all the race shall float, 
Truth representing in its three degrees ; 
And then equality, fraternity 
And liberty will sway the world. 

Enter Miss C. and Miss F. 

Miss C. Aunt Percy 

You are a French Communist. 

Mrs. P. No, my niece— 

Miss F. The Century plant is quite magnificent. 
Its flower superb. 

Mrs. P. Through our magnolia groves 

We drive to-morrow. When out West we go 



HRANTLKY. 4i> 

And visit sunny, balmy Colorado— 

3/m C. Plains you may find a garden, forests whore 
No tree, nor shrub appeared, and sniiiiny: homes 
Whei'e heretofore a desert, P^or you know 
What you so often say, "There's r.otliing now 
So strans^e as not to happen, nor so good 
rhat it cannot be true, nor yet so high 
That it cannot be reached." 

Eater BlsJiop Oberheim, 

Jlp. Ob. What rare Utopia liokls your thoughts to- 
day ? 

Mrs. P. One that the dignities to-da^^ (conceive not. 

Bp. Ob. Is it a beauteous dream, some fairy vision? 

Mi-H. P. We all rejoiee in new found liberty. 
Unrestrained air, and unimprisoned light 
Less free than we in all their movenmnts are, 
No longer bound by creedal chains and fetters 
Those leaden weights, that dead souls sink, no more 
To rise. 

Bp. Ob. Tills is not liberty, but license 

You, like uncaged birds, will fly from tree 
To tree, till lost, and cold, and weak, away 
From home and imurishment, you'll die. 

Miss C. Say rathe- 

We'll find a new bright home, where sweet affection 
To all our wants will minister, and pour down 
Upon us heaven's own sunshine, and so knit 
Our hearts to it, that never more we'll wander. 

Mrs. P. 8ay not we'll find ; w« have already found 
That home. 

Miss C. And from this home, love buoyed, its neck 
Unfreighted by dull rolls of faith, each soul 
Will mount and wing its joyful way, and meet 
A welcome in its Father's house of rest. 

Bp. Ob. Have you forsaken Mother Church ? 

Mrs. P. No, Bishop, 

We only left our step-mother. 

Bp Ob. You pierce 

My heart, dear ladies, you pierce my heart. 
I little thought, that when I waved adieu 
And bid God-speed to all yeur journeyings 



.5(» BRANTLEY. 

Ill distant lauds, that siicli a cliant^o I'd witness. 
I'll weep, dear ladies, and I'll pray for you— 

Mm. P. Do yo« remember what led me to etoss 
The treacherous sea ? 

B2:>. Of). {Points to Miss Cliadwell.) To hriu-i the col- 
or to this cheek fmce faded, 
Hut now so blooming, and your family 
To save from a debas — unpleasant union , 

Mrs. P. It's through your counsels that in <iuiet haven 
I'm anchored now. It's now my hope to see 
And welcome to my heart, him upon whose neck 
You pressed yonr iron heel. 

Bp. Ob. Can it be Brantley? 

Is it through him you've gone astray? I weep 
For you, dear ladies. 

Mrs. P. 8paie your tears We wee|» 

For those who bow the neck and bend the knee 
To mitred supercilious ignorance. 

Bp. Ob. { I Fur r i cs awaij confused i Adieu. 

Enter Old .](>. 

Mrs L\ Well Jo, did the Bishop sf»nd you here? 

Old Jo. No missis, not quite dat. I'se called to see 
you 'bout 'portant matter 'tween m« and granny. 

Mrs. P. \ow havenT quarrelled, Jo? 

Old Jo. No missis, not quite dat. She asked me 'fore 
all de cabin to 'low her to vote. {All ladies laiu/h. ) 

Miss. C. I suppose 3-ou said yes, of course, Jo? 

Old Jo. No, missis. I felt it too 'portant and thought 
I'd see missis fust and ask her 'pinion. In de fust place, 
whar will be ole Jo if granny voU-s? Jo will be no whar. 
lu de stfcon place, granny will tink nnthin of ole Jo 
den. In de lass place, de young folks will 'garJ me 
nuthin'. I'nis lamentable 'bout it missis. Now, gran- 
ny 'spects me to say yes. I promus her de half of my 
kingdom, missis {LadiesJ.augh) , and she holds me to de 
j)romus. Now, just come and tell her. It will nparc 
my manhood some— let down my feelin's gentle, like de 
water in de canal when day open de locks for de baat to 
j>ass true. Come missis, come all. 

[All laughinc/, foUoir .To. Exeunt. 



BRANTLEY. ol 

8<'Ene4. — Wood scene. 

Enter Old Jo ivlth ivheelharrow and hoe. 

Its uiicomnioii warm in de fields. But I iiuist lioe 
de sweet potato*? crap. 1 'spect ile uight tieves; will grab- 
ble dem up 'fore day ripe. Howsomebber, I'll try one 
iuore era}). De white f()lk> talk 'bout gwine 'way agin. 
'rrabl)el, trabbel all de tiine- 

Enter Vonng Jo slinjing. 

"Hear de kuHen-d atigels holler;" 

()ldJo. Dat brtv will sing spite of himself. Spa e 
de rod and spoil de chile. Guesii I'll hab to spoil him 
den. 

Young Jo. Old Jo, whnr's you gwine? 

Old Jo. Boy, be more 'spectful ; call me grand fath- 
er or unele .lo ; that comes from 'lowing granny to vole. 

Young Jo. Whar's you gwine with dis wheelbarrow? 
Let me ride, old Jo. {Jumi-ys in barrow. ) 

Old Jo. Yes, chile. Spare de rod. 

Young Jo. Slug and (hinee, sing and dance, whoop! 
\vhoop ! ( Old Jo ivheGls off.) 

Scene 5. — Mra. Percy's house and grounds. 
Enter Old Jo. 

Old Jo. What ails de folks, day liardly settled down 
(ore day go agin, like de wild ducks, day come down to 
eat and talk a little, den spread der wings and fl^^ away. 
What comes dar? 

Old Gran. Don't you know me, Jo? 

Old J. How couM I tell till you peered from 'hind de 
hush? 

Old G. Missis is going certain. 

Old J. Day are crowds of people to de party in dare. 

Old G. Dat Swede man been so 'tentive to Miss Flor- 
ence is dare. Do you 'spose he'll trabbel arter her ? 

Old Jo. I 'spects lie will, granny. He keeps wid her 
all de time. He rides wid her, goes to church wid iier, 
he's ebber dar. 

OldG. She 'longs to Culuradur. Whar's dat, Jo? 

Old Jo. Its off' dat wav whar de sun sets. 



r)2 BRANTLEY. 

Old G. How came you here, Jo ? 

Old Jo. How came 3'oii here, granny ? 

Old G. 1 went out to sliake way de lonesome feeiin'* 
creepin- over me. 

Old Jo. And [ went out to be alone ainl let de t<'ai 
drops fall. It's too bad, granny, to« bad, dat day g** 
way so. 

Enter Young Jo Singing. 

"Hear de kullered angels holler.'' 

Young Jo. Dar's a big party to-night, hurrah! 

Old G. Dar's dat chile, I deelar. Wipe away de tear:*, 
Jo. Look interestln' like. 

Young Jo. Hurrah! white folks go way to morrow 
Hing and dance, &c. {^Exif.^ [ J/w-sic strikes up.'\ 

Old G. De music's done struck up. I must 1:0 'tend 
to de supper, [Exit. 

Old Jo. And I must go for de l»ouquet for de supper 
table. lExif. 

Enter from /lOuse, Koogland and 3//.s'.«5 Ff.oKKNCK. 

Koog. That house has sorely hauntt.'d me, Miss Flf)r- 
ence, 
Though faraway beneath my native skies; 
For there I offered love and was refused. 

Mi88 F. To love Miss Chad well dignities the lover. 
Kefusal casts no shadow of dishonor 
When honest love's so worthily bestowed. 

Koog. Bri.uht hope within my heart this utterance 
kindles 
It smooths the way for launching love again. 
Miss Florence do not deem it strange that I 
Should love a second time For a long while 
Thisseenaed almost impossible. But now it's true. 

Miss F. A second venture will, no doubt, prove more 
Successful. 

Koog. You can fully make it so. 

Miss Florence you I love. Start not. Believe 
My declaration ; do not doubt. Oh, do 
Not do\ibt. I love, yes truly love. Accept 
This hand once honored as you just now .said 
By its refusal, and accept it glowing 
With all— 



HR ANT LEY. V; 

Miss F. This is most sudden, give me time 

To w-eij^'h my thouglits, to balance my deeisleti. 

Koog. Ah, do not put me off. The star oneo set 
Let here ari«e with newly added lustre. 

Miss F. Yes, then. 

Koog. Tliat word it fills my soul with joy, 

\ Kisses her hand.) [Enter old Jo with bouquet.) 
Now let us go ere absence draws attention. {^Exeunt. 

Old Jo. Well, r declar, dat's just de way I proposed 
to granny, 'eei>t I <Ite\r her dis way and kissed iier rul»y 
lips. [Exit Jo. 

HOENK () — Room ill cottage at Matiiteu. 
Enter Conwej.l reading letter.-^. — Enter Mrs. Conwelf,. 

Coti Each evening here bright Spain recalls, and our 
Adventures there, the Alhambra and its scenery ; 
Tlie time wlien you adroitly threw the lasso 
Around my willing neck, and led me captive 
Where'er y©ur fancy or your duty drew you. 
This letter sa3's, your bosom friend, Miss Travers, 
Hut now Seiiora Gomez, will soon l)e 
At Manitou. 

Mrs. C. (Jeas?' ! husband, cease ! Is'ttruy? 

Con. And Seiior Gomez too, tliis very evening. 

3frs. C. Is't really so ? 

Con. And Brantley too, comes bronzed 

And hale from travel and the burning sun. 
'J'h© glorious Word to listening eager crowds 
He has proclaimed, and now a rest he seeks. 

Mrs. C. The memories of Spain will all revive 
W^hen they are here. I must preparf» for them. [E.rif. 

Con. How vividly the past presents itself. 
On memory's walls now Iniug the rolls of time 
Like maps unfolded. Brantley's face is there. 
The wondrous changes wrought in me I see, 
All, all spread out before the mind's clear eye. 
And Jiow he swiftly nears ray home. For liiui 
I sec a sudden turn in life before 
Another sun has set. What can it be ? 



04 BHANTLKV. 

Enter ^frf^. Con well. 

.)/y.s". C. The rapid turn of wheels upon the road 
I he;ir, Come, husk»and, weleome our dear friends. 

[E.vetoff. 

ScLNK 7. — G'«/'c/«'7i af Coxwkll's, Mariitou. 

Enter J3KANTryLY and Con\Vlj>l. 

(\tn. What success atteiuled you V 

lir((nt. Mhii huiij;cr for the truth. The creedal husks 
No I'Higer satisfy. Commuinugs with 
The skies they (srave. They seek tlie joys of jmueis ; 
Into the future with longing- eyes they peer 
To see the golden day, wheu art aud science 
In archetypal forms will l)les8 humanity, 
The drama, mu!?ic, poesy, and ail 
The arts, inversions will repudiate 
And live from their divine originals ; 
And grand a-t temples rise to cheer and bless 
The race, an d heautify the life of men. 
Within each temple holy men and women 
\\\ sacred rites ordained, shall keep the fane 
Of art inviolate ; but far above 
The rest will stand the drama's votaries. 
Kroit) heaven's radiant stage, with starry luoi lights, 
Upon their raptured eyes will flash the dramas 
Which angels witness, and the j^ttage become 
Thus glorified, the secular true church. 

Con. The science of to-day is quit« at fault 
Ignoring spirit forces and interior laws. 

Bran. In reverence let us draw the vail w liicb bides 
The world of primal causes, and ascend 
To where the archangelic eye beholds 
Tlie secret forces, that control etlects 
fn realms of matter. Par above the heavens 
In light ineffable, shiiues forth the Lord 
The only wise, eternal. Round this centre 
The trinal heavens stand in differing splendors. 
Tlirough these to all his planetary orbs 
Descends the loving universal Father. 
As soul the body fills thus He tills all. 
No secret force but finds its so»irce in Him. 



BHANTLKY. Ao 

!''!()ni fire.s of tnitli divine evolves all inattei', 
Do eiiiuuate ail worlds. All orbs through .«ipaee 
"Crystals of thought, cougiobing to the view" 
I'^rom mind eternal issue. Thought 's not lost. 
There's noui^jit fe^soapes His consciousness divine. 
True sight proceeds tVoni inmost to the outward. 
Fvi'in first to ultimates, and thus perceives 
The order of unfoldments through creation. 
In you and nie the interior sight is opened ; 
And now we »<ee tho angels and their homes. 
We see tlie graat designs which love conceives, 
And wisdom executes. Our God to know 
In Jesus Christ is true philosophy. 
Tills boon to all the race will so©n be given. 
Then will return the state of paradise; 
Witli angels men will talk and God with men 

Cwi. You will excus e me Biantley, if I turn 
Vonr thoughts away from th.ese high musings. 
'Tis time for us to climb yon towering peak. 
I go to sec if all is ready now. [Exit. 

Enter Don Gomez. 

Good uiorniug, Brantley. Slept you well? 1 thought 
The night was pleasant, and the air quite cool 
And bracinjg. Will you ride, or walk to-day? 

Bran. To ride will be mi' preference. My strengtii 
Soon fails in walking up such piuting stc eps 

( 'on WEI. L // arriedli; entc.r.^. 

Friend Hrantley, Gomez, come, the ladies wait. 

[Exeunt. 

Scene H.—Pikr'a Peak. 

J'hiter Young So and Pat SviiES. — Young Jo in advance, 
sings, ''Ilearde kullerd angels holler ^^^ &c. 

Pat. Sgmes. Stop you 3'oung rooster. You'll scare 
away the bears and the lions, so ye will.^ Do ye mind, 
you'r strange to their nose and eyes and by that howl- 
iuir stranger still lo their ears. You scrame like young- 
frogs in stagnant pools when the moon rises. Do ye 
mind. 



•V; BRANTLEY. 

Youny Jo. fsirt din de place to soreaiii, M'liar yon 
said de eagle fliers? I'm 3'oiing America, Massa Pat. 

Sj/mes That's true, boy. So just g:« ahead a piece, 
and don't din my ears with your squallina:. Do ye 
inind, Jo, if a bear gives you a tender hug-, just call out 
for old Pat and lie'll i)ut the attectionate brute in purga- 
tory quicker than he'll nibble a fresh raspberry. Don't 
lose the tent pins, Jo [Exit Jo, sini/ing. 

Symes. Here I am again in Colorado. The family 
would have me cr)me. The truth is [ talked too much 
about myself. Do ye mind. The drunkard's taste for 
whisky hang.s to him, and the old race-liorse runs when 
you put him on the race track. Just so the hope 
of wealth l>y mining steals over me again. I feel like 
running away and trying my luck once more. Tbe 
foolishest thing that ever E did. was to undertake to 
carry this tent, and put it up for the ladies. If I was in 
San Juan the day with my pick and shovel 1 might 
have discovered a rich mine, and not be as hard on me 
as this. Do ye mind. But I see them coining. I must 
trudge on to the camping ground. [Exit Sjjmr<. 

Eater Mrs. Percy, 3/wx Ch.vdwkli. and J//w Ki.ou- 

KNCK. 

Mrs. P. At this great height the dim horizon widens 
To such vast limits, that a human eye 
Cannot discern the objets on its rim. 
The road is tortuous loo, like paths in lif*. 
To UeigJits of truth and purity we rise 
By spiral rugged paths, and frwm each height 
Thus strangely gained the virion stretches far. 
And helps us know the scope of angel'.s eyes. 
All things on earth are so suggestive now, 
Since darkness Hed, nnd o'er my soul now 8hii»e 
The truths from heaven to cho.sen seer.s revealed. 

Miss C. The joy that fills our hearts, dearaunt, words 
fail 
To tell. Naught can again our faitU becloud 
As mists do sometimes lowly vales enclose, 
And hide our Sun, our loving Father 
From inmost consciousness. Miss F'lorence. you 



BRANTLEY. 57 

Have felt this holy bliss, foretold to you 
In visioHs of the night by guardian angels. 

Miss F. This very ring with its rich sparkling gem 
In duplicate, was brought to me and placed 
Right on this finger here, not once, but twice. 
A spiritual marriage this foretokened. 
The sign is now reality. My heart 
Rejoices in the change. All things now speak 
Of holiness, of heaven, and God. The spirit laws 
That rule us, and control the realms of nature 
Unbosom now their long concealed secrets. 
The flowers, the birds, the trees, the stars run o'er 
With heaven's melodious music, and predict 
The glory of the angel's home. 

Mrs. P. I hear 

The sound of voices. Tourists, I suppose, 
By their approach. Where are our tardy escorts? 
They should ere this be here with our repast. 

Miss F. I see them coming with slow steps behind 
Their burdened beasts, just round the nearest curye. 
They'll soon be here. 

Enter Conwell and wife, Don Gomez and wife, and 
Brantley. 

Con. This WAlk from where we left our sinewy 
bronchos 
Expands and tries our lungs, and strengthens them. 
l^All surprised, rush forward and greet Mrs. Percy and 

Miss Chadwell. Brantley holds back a little, then 

hurries forward. 

Con. Here's one you hardly know; a true, dear friend 
Of mine ; your former pastor, Mr. Brantley. 

Mrs. P. Mr. Brantley, I am glad to see you here. 
And clasp your hands ; an unexpected joy. 
My niece ; Miss Florence, our dear, valued friend. 
{^Brantley and Miss Chadwell move forward. Rest con- 
verse. 

Bran. This meeting quite o'erjoys my spirit. 
My heavenly Father's hand has kindly led me 
These many years, and taught me my inner self, 
And through my love for you has tried and proved me, 



58 BRANTLEY. 

My inmost being purified and liallowed. 

'Twas hard to bear, but grace divine sustained me. 

And now, when hope deferied, had ahiiost died, 

He brings us face to face, and may I say, 

He joins our hearts and also joins our hands. 

Miss C. My heart and hand are yours. My aunt l»a* 
changed 
The views slie once liad held concerning you. 
Your presence fills her soul with gladness now. 

Bran. Then her consent and blessing let us crave. 
[Thei/ turn and move fo Mrx. Perci/. Then kneel and 

Join hands. The other gentlemen arrive. All for)n 

tableau. 

Bran. We ask your holy blessing, Madame Percy. 

Mrs. P. 
'{With much emotion. 1 ^[ay the good Sbephenl, who 

all souls unites 
To kindred souls in planetary orbs 
Through all immensity ; and e'en in tlds 
Confused world, now sometimes strangely joins, 
And by an.d by will join each child of earth 
To its eternal mate ; bless and protect 
You both, his tried, his sealed, and chosen cliildren. 
Whom, after years of forced separation. 
He brings together thus surprisingly, 
And crown your wedded life with heavenly joys, 
And angel convoys send, to bear you hence. 
When life is ended. \_Allsin(f. 

HOIVtE, SWEET HOME. 

The Lord worketh marvels on land and on sea, 
My children T'U bless, reads his loving decree. 
To the g»al right before us, close hidden b^^ vails, 
He leads us, tho' care, doubt, or trial assails. 

[C/iorus, Home, Etc 

No heart, howe'er bruised, no e^'e streaming with tears, 
But heals at his touch, or bright beams with his cheers- 
The turns and strange haps that here meet us thro' life, 
Are all love against evil within us in strife. 

{^Chorus. 



BRANTLEY. V.) 

Those parted asunder, by winds of the fates, 
On waves of life's ocean, by Him whoe'er waits 
. To blend bleeding hearts, do thus wondrously meet 
And join in sweet praises at his mercy seat. 

[CAon/s. 

In storm and in sunshine his goodness will stand ; 
His comforts be given with uo stinted liand. 
To filially crown us in mansions of love, 
He ends our life's journey, then wafts us above. 

{Chorus. 
{Ring Drop.) 



^TAGE Directions. 



^CT I. 

SCENE 1. Hautlsome Parlor Cliamber in 8. 
SCENE 2. Part of a Conservatory in 1. 
SCENE ;;. Garden in :;. 

^GT II. 

Si'ENEl. Interior of Cabin in 3. Rouali table ami five lougli 
stools. Miner's stove. Coffee pot. Tin cups and 
plates at back. Door C. an<l windows. Present— 
Riley, Harris, Conwell, Busli, Lawson— at fal)le. 

SCENES. Street scene in Grenada, Spain, in 1. 

SCENE ;3. Alhambra. Garden by moonliglit embraces whole 
stage. Garden wall with C. opening backed by par- 
apet wall. Moonliglit. Lake flats in 4 or 5. Vases of 
flowers. Statues, Fountains, Interlacing Trees, etc. 

^^OT III- 

SCENE 1. Priest's Chamber— Gothic— in 4, set with Gothic Fuini- 
ture. Altar and Crncifix and Cusliion at back R. U. E. 

SCENE 2. Street in Denver. 

SCENES. Handsome C. D. Chamber (4) tables R. and 1>. and C. 
Covers, Books, Bouquets, etc. Covered cliairs. 



j^arp IV. 



S(;ENE 1. Same as Scene :;, Act '.. 

S(J^",NE2. Street witli house, dof>r and window, .Madrid. 

SCENE :4. Garden and Fountains near Church. Gipsy (;amp, 

tents. Party seen on on<^ side. Gipsy ijueen's tent 

in centre. 
SCENE 4. Street in Madrid iu 1. 
SCENE 5. Light C. D. Flats (elegant.) Curtains on C l)o«»rs. 

Handsome set. 
SWENE 6. Plain room. 

SCENE?. Garden flats in 1. Snow falling. 
SCENE S. Parlor handsomely furnished. 

SCENE 1. Negro cabin. Table, stools, old cliuirs, etc Table set 

lor a feast. 
SCENE 2. .Set Conservatory same as Scene 2, Act 1, in 1. 
SCENE 3. Same as Scene 1, Act 1. 
SCENE 4. Woodland fiats in 1. 
SCENE o. House one side, with door opening into Garden and 

window showing dancers, in 4. 
SCENE «, Plain Chamber inl. 
SCENE 7. Garden flats in 2. 
SCENE 8. Mountain flats. Rocky pass. Platfonu set I'ock and 

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